I've waited with more than Dr Frankenfurter's anticipation for this week to end. And here it is.............at an end. Finally.
I'm away to the land of lyrical poets, madness and the marvellous word "Feck". Will I discover my Craggy Island? Will the chips taste better in the rain? Can I stop myself dancing the jig (hands glued by my sides). Incidentally who (in the darkest depths of despair, depravity, delusion and any other word beginning with "d") would want to glue themselves to Moron Frown? Father Dougal Maguire perhaps?
I'm so excited I have Xmas Eve syndrome. If I pretend to be asleep can I catch a peek at Father Xmas? If I pretend to be asleep will the morning arrive any faster? Yes if I have to catch a flight from Stansted at 6.30am. I'll have to leave here at 3.00am
Yikes is that the time?
rubychoo


Ooops...
I didn't warn you...
Their chips are shite !