In these trying times that test a chap's soul, is there anything that can bring a ray or two of innocent joy and allow us to forget all the fussin' and a-feudin' that surrounds us? Of course there is. The jaunty, feelgood vibes of the
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Whether it's a solicitor writing on your behalf or you write yourself, they can still threaten to close your account. Just open a new bank account before you go chasing after your bank charges. Failing that, I'd write a couple of letters for you for two hundred quid.
Chimps dressed as people, making with the joke funnies This, my friends, is the type of thing that Steve Job had on his mind when he tooled down to the patents office, sweaty blueprints in his hand.
No offence Ms Hair, but you've had this job two weeks and you're already trying to palm one of your lessons off on some simpleton who plays Northumbrian pipes or can recount some godawful folk song of long-forgotten mining disasters? This country.
As somebody who regularly drinks in The Sun, can I say "Good for you" to Ms Hair. You stick to your principles, girl. If you could get Mrs Pencil Neck to join your courageous boycott, that would be just peachy.
If you're anything like me, you probably spend most of the long, cold winter nights musing on the career of short-lived country-dance pop sensations Rednex. I think that it all began to go wrong with their second single "Ole pop in an oak". People just weren't ready for such a radical departure from their first hit "Cotton Eye Joe". You have to give the public time to adjust to new things. Rednex' doomed experiment