You may console the catamaran bird during this walk. The catamaran bird (or so I’ve heard) Sobbed softly into its Kleenex: Some drunken twats burned half my slats So I’m neither bench nor phoenix.
You probably saw the story run by the Telegraph yesterday re the siting of the Dracula theme park down on Ceausescu’s farm. Fine, but I do think it’s time to move on from this type of old, bad news and celebrate the dawning in global consciousness of Romania as the new Rome. For, although we…