All right, stop that cheering, I know you're only doing it sarcastically. I'm actually brushing up my new submission, 'I Don't Want to Talk About It', doing its hair and pulling its socks up and spitting on my hanky to wipe its face, that sort of thing. And it is surprisingly time consuming so I shall not be lingering here for too long, so the last person out of the blog please pull the door firmly shut and make sure the security hedgehog is in place before you go.
|He'll go for your throat as soon as look at you. Honestly.|
To anyone who has entered my competition to win advance paperback copies of Falling Apart, a bundle with Vampire State of Mind and a Vampire Weekend CD..
|Truly lovely lads but I despair of the cardigans...|
Also, I have had an idea. You know cream teas, right? How Devon and Cornwall have the whole scone, jam cream thing? Well, I have decided to put forward the Yorkshire Cream Tea. A Yorkshire pudding, nice and crispy and hot, filled with a little knob of jam and a teaspoon of cream....
Well? What do you think?