It aint funny putting on a polo neck with wet hair on a cold and frosty morning. It also aint funny seeing all these copy cat menopausal women stripping off for charity cash raising calendars. The local paper this morning has a group of wrinklies bearing all with nothing but big grins on them - in the words of Morrissey "that joke isn't funny anymore".
I have to go a gathering in the lanes this weekend, I have to make a wreath of gargantuan proportions to adorn our door, I am drawing my influences from the dark ages this year, hey nonny nonny indeed.
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