Tallulah sends a lovely homemade postcard from the room where she has been holidaying in the arms of a Mr.Smirnoff. It was delivered to me on my travels via the internationally-famous 'Poste Restaurant' system.
"Tapas" she writes, "is actually a way of allowing ladies to get drunk. Toodle-pip. Did I mention my parents' Ladies No.2's Detective Agency? Smashing. BEHIND YOU! LOOK OUT!"
Dear Tallulah! Where would I be without her?
In fact, where am I? Must have another gander at the A to Z.
(Copyright Col Derrig.)
No comments:
Post a Comment