Hello Loyal and Devoted Followers,
Mister Squeaky here having now lifted the self-imposed press embargo (not a vow of silence as was previously reported) as the Brat awards have now finished. The reason for my silence should be quite clear - the awards were being presented by one of the enemies of batkind (and a self-styled Prince of darkness to boot) and this was too good an opportunity to push my agenda for emancipation of Giant Rubber Goth Bats everywhere.
However due to a very slight overdose of Good Ol' Squeakies No 10 Sour Mash Turnip Bourbon which caused a rift in my personal time and space and resulted in having to be rescued by Captain Jack and the very nice Gwen Cooper from somewhere around Tiger Bay I missed the ceremony.
Never mind...Sharon and the kids should be punishment enough...
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