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...

5 comments:

savannah said...

right here, sugar! xoxoxoxo

Anonymous 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. (-: