The Saturday sofa found me perusing the
'a passion for fashion'...
how to spend it special fashion edition.
Look, don't get me wrong...
I'm no oil painting; applying the primer, under-coat, top-coat
and sealer each and every morning to my ageing visage gives me the
So who am I to talk,
this I think, is taking the proverbials.
I ask you would this ad, make you beat a path to the door of
your local Lidl,
In my book, it's on a par with the ghastly
Lloyds TSB advertisements on the television.
The pointy-nosed pretend folk turn my stomach;
as if I don't hold bankers in low enough esteem as it is.
This just confirms my worst fears.
Now, I'm all for unlovely, fat old codgers to be featured in
ad's; could there be another career for me,
I idly wonder?
(I do love this word)
even if I had the spondolicks
every fibre in my bod cries out
LL... don't go there; be associated with beauty and light,
not 'plain as a pike-staff' clobber!