Originally Posted by
Organ Morgan.
I visited the OP's Cowbridge den this morning. I wish he had played some Alan Partridge on the DVD rather than a CD of Chesney Hawkes. The awful miming to his favourite track, The One and Only, was made worse by utilising a droopy celery stick from the fridge as an imaginary microphone.
Santa delivered him a drone as a Christmas present, some footage from which he was eager to show me. One clip featured lingerie fluttering in the breeze on a washing line, while in another an old dear was pegging out. She looked up to give the unwanted intruder a middle finger, much to the amusement of my host.
Four days into 2019 and he's already broken both of his New Year's resolutions. Rather than change his vest every two days he was still wearing the same spaghetti stained one from a fortnight ago, and 'Bukkake' Bronwen, Aberkenfig's most accommodating young lady, whom he blames for having to make a new clap clinic appointment and vowed never to see again, is back on his telephone contact list.