For the next twelve months or so it will be 2009. It's weird when you first have to write it down, isn't it?
Some people choose to ride out the year with views of the Cotswolds to ease the transitions, or scantily clad girls strewn over car bonnets, or particularly attractive cats, dogs or lizards.
Well no longer, now the surname of our favourite mystery man can adorn your wall all year. You can let everyone who visits your home/office/bomb shelter of your affiliation to Mr Carruthers.
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