I think something has happened to me lately. I seem unable to string the most basic of sentences together and feel very 'ham-tongued' as the expression goes. I have also lost my glasses, a black hold-all, a cloth 'smoking-jacket' and a copy of Wuthering Heights. Gir.
I realised with a shudder that I spend a frightening amount of money on magazines, close to £20 a week on occasion, and as such I am taking drastic measures to cut back. Nae excuse.
And what the devil is the script with Brigitte Bardot? She takes my breath away with how beautiful she is. You never see lassies stoating about Shettleston with hair like that no more.
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