As title. I feel that the name Sir Patrick Powell, knighted for services to the arts and crafts and what bloody else is a damn sight more evocative than plain old Pat Powell, remember him? He was OK, bit of a nutter, tho' don't get me wrong, I don't mean mad or anything like that, you know, just a bit wacky, a bit unpredictable, bit of a loose cannon, know what I mean?
Er, no. As far as I am concerned it is the world which is a bit 'wacky'.
Blathering on while I wait for YouTube to work its magic so I can embed the film here. Hurry up, for God's sake.
What does it all mean? Er, nothing.
Showing posts with label my knighthood can't be far off arts crafts technology troilism sex unshaven all the words which should get the world's pervs crawling to this blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my knighthood can't be far off arts crafts technology troilism sex unshaven all the words which should get the world's pervs crawling to this blog. Show all posts
Thursday, 1 October 2009
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