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The f***ing garbage the fat c*** submitted as entertainment, I suppose, haunted my childhood like a bad, scary dream.
Strenuous abuse of the swear box aside, Grandma, I feel sure that Mr. Barker's output can only have blighted your widowhood at the earliest - unless you are, perhaps, not all you claim to be? Like forty years younger, for a start?
Speaking of which, has anyone seen Alex lately? He's in a terrible state: almost looks like a man twice his age, these days ... ever since the incident. Drooling in his wheelchair, weeping at the sight of a Woodbine and always mumbling, mumbling to himself. The nurses can't really understand him (and frankly, and who can blame them, they don't want to get too close) but they think he's saying something about "freaky Friday" ... |
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