Be wary, George Michael is here to catch every single one of us out.
Just ignore any tips from him; that'll only get you into a toilet-full of trouble.
I'm out. Walking in the street when a guy drives by with Last Christmas on max volume.
Drive-by whamming. TG it's not summer and there are not more people driving around topless in their four-wheeled boomboxes. Hold on. That's probably happening down under.
I'm going to do it this year, this is the year.
Naughty, naughty. Oh! well. Enjoy being a whambie. Um.
What were you talking about again?
Was listening to Bruce Springsteen sing 'Merry Christmas, Baby' on the Rock station that I now keep on in my car. Now that is the kind of seasonal music I like - lot's of babe stuff and Santa sliding into the chimney at 3.00 in the morning. I can depend on Toronto's Q107 to not play any Pop. In fact hearing Alice Cooper threatening you with Santa totally rocks.
The only danger-zones for me now . . . is visits to relatives, the Old Folks Home I volunteer at, and the compulsive shopping that must be done to keep the Corps alive.
I have plan B's set up for all that. This year . . . I conquer karma again. I
make my karma. Take
that George, and all the radio elves you have in hand.
RogertheHorse - kudos to you, man. You're a smart devil. Ignorance is bliss