Since we started duetting the hits of Barry Manilow together, Andy and I have appalled the Monsters so much they have decided to shove us both out of the caves for a few hours on Saturday. Just to stop their faces melting. They’re dumping us in the care of the Elephant Toyshop in Trading Boundaries Estate, Sheffield Green (nr Fletching according to OogleMaps) and we must answer questions and read out each other’s stories for a couple of hours from midday. We’ve been told if we sing, though, the monsters (several will be disguised as sales assistants) with drown us in toxic spit, small children present or no.
It could be entertaining and also quite dangerous. Do come along!
29/07/2010 at 3:58 pm Permalink
That photo is absolutely terrifying.
29/07/2010 at 4:25 pm Permalink
I know. He doesn’t get older; just weirder. Makes you think he’s held together with rubber bands, doesn’t it?
29/07/2010 at 4:25 pm Permalink
Mind you, I hear he speaks very highly of us…