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Put the jeans on, get into the bath.
Remain stationary for a couple of minutes.
Get out again, stand in front of the heater for about half an hour, toasting on both sides.
Tell teh mANAGERs where to stick the franking machine etc, and all the other FUCKING RUBBISH ONE HAS TO GO ABOUT WITH, TAKE LOTS OF SPEED, nick String's scooter, drive it off the edge the white cliffs of Dover, while not, for max credibility, even attempting to write a song, and it should be OK.
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a bleeding 'Bellboy', goddamnit. |
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