Oh poor pitiful me

Oh poor pitiful me, to have, with no other responsibility, to spend this afternoon soaking in the suns warmth on my balcony, troubled only by doubts that perhaps I’d heard enough of Crowded House live and should change to um; The Faces, Miss Judy’s Farm or The Kinks, Waterloo Sunset, never ending stress really. It’s lonely of course not having anyone to offer the best lounge in the sun to, no one who wants Barry Manilow and a cup of tea just as I’ve settled at last into the second best sunny spot and re-started chapter three for the fourth time. Not.

How excited are we about the i phone. I cant wait for the comedy sketch where the drunk eating the falafel roll and bringing home the ice cream for his impatient girlfriend tries to tap click and pinch his commands into this smooth round cornered technology. Mmmm, could be another marketing opportunity for my second favorite cleansing aid; Windex. “What’s my first?” you say “Furniture polish of course, O-Cedar, Sheraton, take your pick but not Mr, Sheen, no its corrupted with detergent that neutralizes its protective oil in no time” There I’ve said it in print, do you think I’ll get a commercial?

How lucky is Kelly getting back to the UK just in time for another terrorist scare. All we have Kell, is Johnnie sending the troops into the NT which looks like being the dullest invasion ever. So far not a shot has been fired, not even in welcome. I recon those Abos need a few Palestinian advisors, they know how to waste ammo. It won’t be long Kell till anyone, carrying anything, in London is going to have to use a regulation size clear plastic bag similar to the airplane take on baggage thingie. There’s a fortune to be made catering to this kell, if you can get Marks & Spencer or Harrods interested I’ve got the Chinese manufacture side of things covered. While you’re at it you might suggest to them that we have a line of see through clothing ready to put an end to suicide belt bombers. We don’t of course but no harm in putting your toe in the water so to speak and if they ask to see samples just tell them it’s top secret. See through clothes won’t stop the bombers of course but it will make it very uncomfortable for them having to ingest all that explosive and nails and ball bearings mmm.

Well that’s about all for now, Gotta get back to more important things, speeches to be writ, worlds problems to be solved, weddings to be planned and stuff.
Love
Robert