Bits N Pieces in OD

My speech is finally getting back to something resembling normal. Not quite there yet, but at least I’ve stopped with the whistling.

I still haven’t braved eating though. That’s next on the list.

Dear makers of the denture care tablets I bought,

The packaging for the tablets promises me a, and I quote, ‘Fresh Lemon Flavour’.

I have one thing to say to you: YOU LIE, SIR!

Seriously, I should address this to Mr, Liar McLiarson and post it to 42 Fib Street, Liarville L1 4R.

All I got was a nasty chemical taste.

How does it feel to be a lying liar who lies?

Yours faithfully,

William Forbes.

P.S. LIAR!

Heard back about the SFX job. They won’t be making a decision till next month sometime. Keep those there fingers crossed!

Also heard back about the writing comp. Didn’t win. Bugger.

I may have an entry in a day or two about the drama llama’s and OD being down recently. Possibly.

My night?

Lager, champagne and footie. Try telling me I have no class.

(Incidentally, the Chrome spellcheck suggestions for footie included cooties. Hee!)

Will