I make vague announcements on the internet, designed to lead people on and I'm also prone to flouncing, big style.
Correcto mundo. You win a blankety blank cheque book and pen. Although, very reminiscent of one or two others modus operandi.
Who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery Pretend I do not see his agony This innocent who bears my face Who goes to judgement in my place Who am I? Can I conceal myself forevermore? Pretend I'm not the man I was before? And must my name until I die Be no more than an alibi? Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again? My soul belongs to God, I know I made that bargain long ago He gave me hope when hope was gone He gave me strength to journey on Who am I? Who am I? I am err....Whitey.
Wife's Christmas present is Les Mis tickets. Used to be able to convince her to come to Oakwell. Doesn't happen often these days.
I suppose she thinks that she might as well wallow in misery watching the best musical of them all, as opposed to watching the best pantomime..
Took her to her first game as loved up 18 year olds on Boxing Day 2000 against Burnley. We were sat right next to the away end and she got 90 minutes of "get yer t1ts out for the lads" sung at her from Lancashire's finest. Took me a few years to convince her to go again after that.