3rd in Advent. Do bugger all day. Oh look! It's the third Sunday in Advent! How exciting! How thrilling! How fantastic! Piss off, the lot of you.
Reflections:
What has befallen Miss CB? What has befallen Miss Akroyd?, and Miss Fountain for that matter? Have I lost my sex appeal or something?
Poem:
Dr Kissinger, we sure will miss yer,
It'll hurt to see you go
Mr Carter must be a farter,
and when I see him I'll let him know.
Bum Bum.
Another poem.
President Ford I'll be so bored,
when you're gone and far away,
I'll cry and cry - Oh God, I'll die,
on Carter's inauguration day.
MLR, 1976 [c]
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