Wednesday, April 23, 2008

There is Something in the Air Tonight...

I don't want to talk, about things we've been through because there is something in the air tonight, the stars so bright. So, I've made up my mind it must come to an end, because the winner takes it all. Knowing me, knowing you you'll take a chance on me, but I expect it'll be the day before you came. Dum dum diddle.

Guess where a certain lady blogger and I will be going tonight? Albeit with chaperones...

17 comments:

In Like Flynn said...

got your tickets back then?

walaa idris said...

Going to see Mamma Mia with Nadin Doris MP, maybe

Anonymous said...

Well.....in a previous thread you mentioned Mama Mia tickets.........

So I'm guessing you're going to the pub to watch Barca vs Manure.

Do I get a prize?

asquith said...

I guess that you'll be visiting my native city and going to the council estate pub that I drink in whenever I've got a bit of spare change (ie: rarely). And you and the lady will be doing a duet on the karaoke.

The site of all those England flags etc on display will cheer Simon Heffer's heart. Or would, if he dared come to such a place!

Trumpeter Lanfried said...

Bloody hell! And I suppose a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square?

Anonymous said...

Mamma Mia. youtold us yesterday when the tickets were stolen. Enjoy!

David Anthony said...

"I don't want to talk, about things we've been through because there is something in the air tonight, the stars so bright. So, I've made up my mind it must come to an end..."

For a moment there I thought I was reading a suicide note.

PSJ said...

"Guess where a certain lady blogger and I will be going tonight?"

1976?

I myself will be on a nighttrain, shooting Mr Brownstone here in paradise city with a sweet child o'mine on one arm and my rocket queen on the other. You may say "you're crazy", but I reply "anything goes".

Tom FD said...

Number 10? You've defected?

knowing me knowing you said...

I knew this would happen: you have become Alan Partridge.

Ahaaaaaaaaaa!

Anonymous said...

Go on Daley, give her one...

Anonymous said...

"Guess where a certain lady blogger and I will be going tonight? Albeit with chaperones..."

Surely you're not going out with Verity? If so, you'll need bodyguards rather than chaperones.

lunartalks said...

Swine. The RSS headline suggests the preaetorian comrades are going to no 10 to wield the daggers, and it's about some blasted warble-fest.

wrinkled weasel said...

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone..

Adrian Yalland said...

Got your tickets back then I presume.

Honestly - what it is about musicals. Mrs. Yalland went to singa-a-long-a-sound of music with Martin (big, fat, very gay), who was dressed in lederhosen, and came back with a bloody singing goat!

Martin got one to, and when he comes over, so does his bloody goat!

Every morning I get woken up by Julie Andrew's warbling.

If only I was being woken up Julie Andrews as she was in the 60's - I'd be a happy man then!

If I hear 'High on hill" one more time, it's curried goat for tea!

John M Ward said...

Where are you going? Erm... Waterloo?

asquith said...

Well, where did you go, and was it good? :)

Perhaps you went to Iain Dale Island, an island in the middle of the ocean whose only link to the wider world is Iain Dale's Diary. The inhabitants become more and more right-wing as they are cut off from any other view and gradually start accepting the views of yourself and your commenters as the norm.