A nice surprise this morning. Instead of the usual barrage of junk mail, kebab-shop leaflets, charity begging letters and further correspondence concerning my ongoing war with Virgin Media, I received all of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band’s albums, courtesy of Herr Rowley and the good people at EMI. I actually own them all already, but not with all the new whistles ‘n’ bells that these re-issues contain. Finally I’ve got my grubby paws on such oddities as I Love To Bumpity Bump, When Yuba Played The Rhumba On The Tuba Down In Cuba, and Sofa Head. I’m as pleased as a pig dipped in shit.
Merci, Herr Rowley.
May 23, 2007 at 10:09 am |
You lucky sod.
May 23, 2007 at 10:37 am |
There no need for ’sod’ is there, potty mouth
May 23, 2007 at 11:06 am |
Yes I agree … ’sod’ is a bit steep. ‘Bugger’ maybe? Or ’swine’?
Altogether now … IN THE CANYONS OF YOUR MIND, I WILL WANDER THROUGH YOUR BRAIN …
May 23, 2007 at 4:19 pm |
Hey, you have the same trouble with your trousers as I do!
May 23, 2007 at 4:31 pm |
I’d like to talk to to you about shirts