You're born, you take S***. You get out in the world, you take more S***. You climb a little higher, you take less S***. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what S*** even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.
That has to be the perfect choice of Bond theme for Richard! Nice job
On me your voice falls as they say love should, like an enormous yes - Philip Larkin, For Sidney Bechet You've been really bad - you can have a Proton Septic Nappy - JC
I'd like a hands free cooker as well, but I think that's called a girlfriend - James May, Nuts Magazine
