I remember school. I remember a few in fact. In one of them we had to do French. The lady who taught us French looked like an oversized Ewok. We used to get text books called "Le Tricolore" or some such. In one copy, it said inside the cover the following:
I is a rasta,
I come from Gloucester,
My name is Bertie,
My batty is dirty
A master piece if I had ever read one. Several weeks later, I got the same book which had the following in red ink just underneath.
Fuck you Bertie,
Your batty is dirty!
Sometimes I think I went to the best school in the world.
Did I mention I was in Exeter? Well I am. This time I got the penthouse room in this 3* establishment.
I was going to dedicate tomorrow to Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. I caught a shout out to me this morning on Capital radio. He so sweet. We are definitely going to meet up for a Nandos soon.
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