Over a few ales last night, Steve and I worked out his future career. He's going to be a carpenter!
No, not a Carpenter. A carpenter. Like Jesus, only without the worshipers. Or, hopefully, the crucifixion.
Posted to Apropos of nothing by Simon Brunning at December 05, 2003 02:55 PMI thought you said a car painter.
Posted by: Steve on December 5, 2003 07:37 PMBlimey, what were you drinking last night?
I've now been up for thirty two hours straight (and one Christmas lunch to boot) and its making me sound like Harry Shearer, not Karen Carpenter
Posted by: Andy Todd on December 5, 2003 07:52 PM