I have an old radiogram i bought off a drunk man in a field near Uttoxeter. It works on occasion but its main selling point for you would be the magnificent array of glowing valves in its innards. I'll accept a ton.
As with all your work, this gladdens the heart and brings elysian fields that much nearer. I hate Sangria forever now and the mixed paella featured a large prawn with eyes and the supermerkat had sheeps heads with eyes but no fleece- like the baby in eraserhead. The spaniard men all flaunted their perfect tans at em. And the womens kept nothing under wraps. Disgusting! How are you?
I was scrupulously sober on both in and out flights. I learnt a rather leg drenching lesson in the exit queue from a previous Spanish flight. Happily I was too pissed to care.....much. Stop laughing, remember I have certified demons to wrestle with and nowhere to turn.
All the output started yesterday morning I think. A bumpy ride? Bette Davies. Perhaps I should dress up as her when you take me to Prague. You could be Ronald Colman if you like. I get the feeling I would find it hard to bump your ride (there's a show on the magic box called "pimp my ride"......it's an allusion) , without risking being bumped off