Monday, 28 April 2025

I need an opera writer, really

 as i have the actual dance moves to weave into their incessant wailin' and  posturin' about EVERYTHIN' else but an honest days work 

cleanin' their 'lady' 

mess.



One day.... soon




So a REAL man just does THEIR washintoo.....

Without askin'

Because at least he can 




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That would knock the fakes off Glyndebourne centre stage...

And i am serious

(the drama behind my speciality for at least a decade... 

sortin' out their rottin' mess...

As i LIKE sortin' out rottin' mess


though in fact Hilary's [m] barn was the first  - a bona fida girlie up from London....  rich man's poor son ,,, related to your Nigella... and of course Mister climate change denier supreme.... 

the new machinery  - sit on boys toys fancy junior sized tractor, so unmaintained the fuel had solidified in the carburettor

And he started to cash in too on the 'Green' talk jamboree.... 

but what is funny is the hissy fit prammy hullabaloo when a neighbour employed to sort out his ...


i don't know what the word is when a child can't even manage to keep his own  very expensive new toys  clean and kindof workin'.... so you just get on with the ;job'... regardless, anyway vampires dont get up til teatime so never there to consult...

On what doesnt need consultin' on....

as its simple the simple job needs simply doin'

In a way that simple ye olde school folk did forever

But not if you are Mister world famous 'philosopher' ... 

(plottin' to steal the big boy festival next door out of pure pure spiteful ex English public schoolboy schoolboy spite... ..just like that Gollom video..." MY... my ..presshhuss..."  )