drew up a list of his political intentions. I wonder what he’d call it.
Imagine if the drummer brought out an antacid tablet.
Imagine if the singer had to invent a name for the colour of poo.
I have probably told this before but my ex-housemate’s massive dick of a mate always used to show off about living next door to Bobby Gillespie. Then one day he was talking about it and said ‘yeah the fat bastard was…’.
I wonder who he did live next door to?
Imagine if the guitarist from The Stone Roses started a singing group.