That walking morality play; that one-eyed bullfrog; that pathetic blame-shifter; that prudent spendthrift; that dithering saviour; that ill-fitting sweaty sock; that bigot-hating bully; that PhD in hubris....
With each hapless gaffe and hopeless rearrangement of the deckchairs I can't help but like him a little bit more...
Be careful what you wish for...
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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