immitation being the sincerest form of slattery
I look like Tony Slattery. I never knew that until people pointed it out to me.

Such as the people who I met at uni that insisted on calling me Tony and I even abandoned my real name for three years. Of course, my brother is also called Tony so this made holidays confusing. I could no longer label my own pants and stuff with confidence..

So I was Tony.

Worse was to follow as every fat / thin phase I have had that cunt's done the same. I even saw him on this morning talking about panic attacks and stuff when I was off ill from work due to a panic attack I'd had in my car due to a dodgy valve leaking carbon monoxide through the vents.

Seems the only thing that stops me from being him is that he's never ever laid claim to being me.

I also have to change the words in my head to Echo and the Bunnymen's 'My Kingdom' to King dong in the chorus as he's now in that fucking norfolk based show of the same name.

Length? It's his fault I now sing King Dong
(spike starski, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 0:31, Reply)