We were (suprise suprise) in the Hart on Sunday night and a certain comedy genious came out with pure gold! (I’ve left the name out so you can all guess who it was).
He was talking to one of the bar maids and said: ‘You should get a boyfriend. Someone who can take you places and buy you presents. Like love balls… I haven’t got any love balls…’.
Brilliant
Alan, I presume… Although, it is conceivable that it was actually Clinton: he is inclined to the view that gifts are balls. Having said that, it may have been Tony: it would be a feature of his best asset (so I am told). Or, maybe it was our dear webmaster: privacy was never an issue insofar he might offer so sensitive a gift. NO! It was clearly Michael Jackson, the fucking pervy chubfuckmeister. Or, someone’s Mum…