"Hey Matthew what do you see" asks Karel. The fear in the child's eyes doesn't stem from repeated viewings of the A-Team however I suspect. There's an almost audible zipping sound as Karel's flies are uncoupled with a concealed left hand. Hey Matthew, use your spidey sense before his sex offense!
Looks are important in today's pop. And I've been letting myself go a little lately so therefore I'm taking some active steps, primarily in the interests of achieving pop success.
In the interests of toning up I'm banning all red meat from my diet. Red meat is what gets me the most. Not the desirable, expensive and generally regarded as pleasant meat like steaks and chops however. No, my tastes in this regard could be described as quite Dick Emery. As in "ooh, you are offal, but I like you". There's smack in them thar' Scotch Eggs. And undoubtedly similarly addictive constituents within sausage rolls, pork pies and pretty much every Greggs product.
So that's all going to go. But I also have to work the body too, and therefore I'll be hitting the gym with reasonable regularity and continue to play football twice or maybe thrice a week. That will be useful too should I become a regional, national or international star, enabling me to participate with vim and vigour in the event of any charity celebrity soccer match. Exchanging one-twos with Harvey off of So solid, megging fannybaws out of two pints of lager and a packet of crisps and finally slamming home despite Ben Shepherd's last ditch lungbursting run and attempted tackle.
I also have some body shop for men face scrub so my pores should be clean and all that jazz, which is important.
I was also thinking it might be beneficial to adopt (or perhaps feign) interest in some kind of eastern spiritualism. It might be that such a course is more appropriate for after the second album, but look at Kula Shaker. Actually, good point, look at Kula Shaker. I wonder what happened to the Jeevas. I think they failed because they neglected to acknowledge the mystical historical significance of the letter K. The Keevas would have enjoyed considerably more success I bet. That name reminds me of Kevin Keegan a wee bit too, which would probably translate to good record sales in the North East of England, where apparently he is still revered to this day.
I think that dropping red meat is also probably quite compatible with many eastern spiritual philosophies. It's important to have all the bits and bobs pulling in the same direction.
Looks are important in today's pop. And I've been letting myself go a little lately so therefore I'm taking some active steps, primarily in the interests of achieving pop success.
In the interests of toning up I'm banning all red meat from my diet. Red meat is what gets me the most. Not the desirable, expensive and generally regarded as pleasant meat like steaks and chops however. No, my tastes in this regard could be described as quite Dick Emery. As in "ooh, you are offal, but I like you". There's smack in them thar' Scotch Eggs. And undoubtedly similarly addictive constituents within sausage rolls, pork pies and pretty much every Greggs product.
So that's all going to go. But I also have to work the body too, and therefore I'll be hitting the gym with reasonable regularity and continue to play football twice or maybe thrice a week. That will be useful too should I become a regional, national or international star, enabling me to participate with vim and vigour in the event of any charity celebrity soccer match. Exchanging one-twos with Harvey off of So solid, megging fannybaws out of two pints of lager and a packet of crisps and finally slamming home despite Ben Shepherd's last ditch lungbursting run and attempted tackle.
I also have some body shop for men face scrub so my pores should be clean and all that jazz, which is important.
I was also thinking it might be beneficial to adopt (or perhaps feign) interest in some kind of eastern spiritualism. It might be that such a course is more appropriate for after the second album, but look at Kula Shaker. Actually, good point, look at Kula Shaker. I wonder what happened to the Jeevas. I think they failed because they neglected to acknowledge the mystical historical significance of the letter K. The Keevas would have enjoyed considerably more success I bet. That name reminds me of Kevin Keegan a wee bit too, which would probably translate to good record sales in the North East of England, where apparently he is still revered to this day.
I think that dropping red meat is also probably quite compatible with many eastern spiritual philosophies. It's important to have all the bits and bobs pulling in the same direction.
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