I wanna live forever... I wanna learn how to fly
I once bet my Dad to knock on Patrick Moore's house in Selsey, Nr Brighton. Being a loon, he walked straight in. Two minutes later, the starry legend called me into his living room. We had a cup of tea, spoke about some robot on Mars, watched some of the 1997 Ashses and he gave us a tour of his telescopes. But didn't play the Xylophone.

He's really tall in real life. A giant, in fact.

My Dad was also once beaten up by Ray Davies of popular 60's beat combo The Kinks. The cunt.

Paul Furlong, the rubbish 90's Chelsea footballer, lived just round the corner from us in Wood Green before he was famous.

My Brother claims to have gone to school with Deanna Troy from Star Trek, but that may be a lie.

My mate was in a band who had a video on MTV2, but he got arsey, so they threw him out.

I stared at Charlotte Church's tits in Cardiff's Sainsbury's whilst she brought Menthol Superkings. They are bigger than you think, but she looks dirty. The type of girl who sleeps in her make-up.

DJ Spoony asked me where he could get his shoes fixed just before last years FA Cup Final. I pointed in what turned out to be the completly wrong direction. Sorry.

Christ on a Segway, that's quite a lot of boring tales.

-FIN-
(speedymarks, Sun 27 Feb 2005, 21:25, Reply)