Last night I was driving to Tesco and I can't imagine how I got there, if there was a sticker on my bumper saying "How's my driving?" I would have been on the phone all night and that's the truth.
I was listening to my new Sandie Shaw tape which is an absolute gem, I have always thought Sandie the best of the Bacharach bitches. Lulu a close second, the rest seemed to have wound up strewn on the beaches of bad taste. Do I need to mention Cilla, the drug fuelled Dionne and the dreadful Gene Pitney? (always thought she was an odd looking woman)
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