If It's October 23rd, It Must Be The Annual Poetic Self-Promotion Post
Happy birthday to me
I am ancient, whoopee!
May be heaven
But let's just wait and see...
Goodness me, who's this at the door? Oh, it's John Barrowman, saying that he's just organized a jelly-wrestling competition for a load of half-naked young men in the car park and apparently they need me to referee. Well, I suppose the duvet can wait for half an hour.