Stop bogarting Cosmo, Iggypop, she's here today so plenty to go round for all of us.
And Cosmo, more than a handful's a waste
Ski, I'll see your 'flid' and raise you a Jeremy Beadle hand with accompanying song which I believe was exclusive to my school. For those not in the know, a 'Beadle Hand' is when you fold your middle finger over your index finger, then fold your ring finger over that and then fold your little finger over that. Then you have to sing 'Watch out, Beadle's About, Watch out, Beadle's About, You better watch out - cos he's got no fingers, duh duh' (to the theme tune of 'Beadle's About'). Being moderately double-jointed, I was v good at it. Will be rightfully punished for it by crippling arthritis in old age then a long stint in Hell.
Do you all hate me now? I sometimes wonder what lurkers or casual readers stumbling across us make of the Gin Palace. Then I think fuck it and go molest a Desperate Romantic. Incidentally, my biggest lust-crush of all time is Greg Wise as Willoughby in Sense & Sensibility - can I kidnap him and bring him to the cellar? I need to lick his sideburns...