Friday, April 02, 2010

Now where was I?

I was going to parade my excuses for neglecting the blogosphere but bollocks to it. I can't be arsed writing excuses and you can't be arsed reading excuses.

Thank you for all those cards and letters, you folks in Television Landt...


savannah said...

right here, sugar! xoxoxoxo

Charlie said...

NOW I know why I still have nightmares about my childhood: It was Lawrence Welk, on live TV, that I grew up to—and even Stan Freberg can't make the man funny.

I've mailed you a card by way of a bottle in the Atlantic. I figure you'll get it faster than using the Postal Service.

Pat said...

I'm thinking that's a remix.

Lulu LaBonne said...

Well that was fun - a bit trippy!

Kevin Musgrove said...

Hiya Savannah!

Charlie: now we have isolated the cause we can address the trauma. It was Junior Showtime over here as did it to me.

I shall have lookouts posted along the coastline for said bottle, with thanks.

Pat: it was the great Stan Freberg in cahoots with Billy May, who did so many of the great arrangements for Sinatra.

Lulu: so long as it was fun. (-: