That really doesn't do him justice
he sang an Elton John song wonderfully in the Beehive which I was desperately trying to enjoy but I had FS wittering in me ear. No exaggeration, it was great. ...... but the witter fucking witter, jeez, I told him to go and write a fucking book .......
Wait till you see what I'm up to now. And you'll be gettin blamed for that, an all!
Good night that though, eh? I don't remember much after Terry doing he's Elton. Next thing I remember, waking up, caked in Pizza. I must have got one bite out of it, but it was everywhere, the lot, all over me clobber, in me hair, on the pillow and in the bed. Pauline went bonkers, crept out the hotel, mortified, like she'd shit the bed, long journey back that one.