'Sir Arthur used it to catch the dead ones out of The Golden Girls
and gently lick their faces before letting them go again. Cheeky
Gizmo news and reviews with Nicholas Bispen
FANS of the troubled Pernice Boomerang handset have been disappointed following the long-delayed launch of the v-shaped personal organiser.
"OI you, saggy flaps!" I shouted at the trolley dolly as she walked down the aisle to serve one of my six bodyguards, "I think you'll find that this is only a triple measure of Jack and I specifically asked for a quadruple. Be a luv and bring us the bottle."
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Dispatches from Poppy Spalding
Thursday: New Orleans
'What's the biggest drag when you're at somebody's funeral listening to
the priest talk mumbo jumbo for what seems like hours?'
IT was Michael Jackson's first deathday celebration day last Friday and
to be honest, it was a bigger fuck-up than that time he hung the kid
over the balcony - the bloke just hasn't got a bloody clue.
Went round to Brian Clough's to watch the England v Slovenia match
the other day. Was planning to go to Don Revie's but when we got there
he was charging people twenty quid to get in and had put a ban on
everyone bringing in their own drinks.
By Karen Fenessey
WHEN people ask me, 'Karen! Been watching the World Cup?', I always respond, 'World Cup? World Crap more like!'. Normally, Wimbledon is the only sporting date in my summer diary. For me, football has always been something played by faceless alcoholics with clammy thighs and impenetrable regional accents...