Like an urchin

The big news here in the Warsaw has been the Madonna concert and she was playing just down the road at the airfield at Bemowo.

Personally, I'm not a fan although Like an Urchin, Papa don't belch and Ray, fix the light are not too bad.

I would have given her the benefit of the doubt were it not for her antics yesterday. On the way to the airfield, she kept circling above us in her helicopter, waving and shouting out of the window 'CooWee!'

'Bugger off!' I said. 'We're wooden cats and we've no interest in football. We're not Stanley Mathews. We want to eat chicken.' It took a while but she eventually took the hint. Some people are such attention seekers.

We had a quiet night in and listened to Delius. We're very sophisticated wooden cats. 'Touched for the very first time. Like an ur, ur, ur, ur chin with your trousers, on the line.' You have to admit it is quite catchy and Delius does go on a bit. See how it all began.



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