“Don’t like it. Won’t lump it,” Good Friday carry-on in Cressroads
Re. TWTWTS cont. from 07/04/09
Messaging texts for comments on Blogsbody’s blogs, a white Welsh witch, who once practiced her craft in Cressroads has boiled up a cauldon of That Was The Weekend That Was in the watercress capital of the world.
One attracting royalty to its Tichborne Arms. Blessed by a bogus bishop. And spotlighting a pair of golden oldies engaged only in the throes of an inaugural five-hour chatalong.
LOVE, IRV, IS HAVING THE FAITH THAT GOD’S WILL (WHOEVER HE IS) WILL BE DONE. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FORTHCOMING MARRIAGE, ex-Tenerife cabaret artiste Bronnie Starr, gone to make waves as a seaside psychic in East Sussex, messages Blogsbody. An hour later - 17:50 - the 56-year-old daughter of a late Llanfyllin hotelier persists in her uninvited reading of a crystal ball to go on to all but warn Blogsbody: YOU WOULDN’T RECOGNIZE ME. I’M A BROKEN WOMAN. MY FILM WILL BE ON ‘YOU TUBE’. I HOPE YOU WILL BOTH BE VERY HAPPY.
