Orchestra

I really feel for Andy Roddick with his mother now dead. Rather embarrassing for Gordon Brown at the TUC Conference,breaking wind in front of Union Leaders,he blamed it on an unruly Whistle Blower in the front row.Everyone knows it was really the PM because of the accent.Reminds me of the time I tripped over the disabled rail in front of a packed showing of 'Billy Elliot', resulting in my hand coming into contact with someones delicious Ben n Jerry's.True story from the brizzle of Maythoughts.Except I didnt blame it on a trade unionist gobfloater,just the disabled rails lifelike qualities,and it was dark,the film was into its opening credits.I think it started with a gun toting florist,which startled me into stumbling,and then a squeal of pain from a malted Sheriff,or was it Omar SHARIF,cant remember too well now. Someones just spilt Coke on my ankle walking round a blind corner at work.He said "sorry mate". "All very well, but sorry's not going to bring back ankle dryness," I should have said. Think i'll wait until tomorrow before lowering his chair and salting his coffee, he may be suspicious of Coke Ankle Boy. Think thats what my alias will be when pranking waterbed salesmen from now on in.Over and in d oubt

Twisted little creatures,dont know who they were/are, tipped the wheelie bin over. No doubt its the same sick pick n mix wrecking balls that place chocolate covered peanuts in the chocolate covered raisin pot,could well be the same person.Im tired today,drained in fact,drained of all blood from my ears,they appear white and lifeless.Anita Roddick,bodyshop tycoon has died.Famous people die in three's they say,though I wouldn't wish it upon anyone, I wonder who's next.You could run a giant sweep on it,id probably draw a child prodigy,given the gift of eternal life for Christmas.Britney Spears eh?shambles.I could have crawled inside myself and died watching her out of lip sync shite at the MTV Video awards.I've had toe nail clippings with better comebacks than that.I'd like the hand of a dead celebrity to grow in my brain garden.I'd shake its decrepid fingers and laugh at times gone by.Better leave it 'til later as Im gaining boredom points and starting write nonsense.Wouldnt want this blog to be too lovely and jungley.