i like writing my own episodes of eastenders, where i'm pauline fowler and harold, my lodger, is Angie Watts. Usually it involves pauline lezzing off with angie in the queen vic but also getting licked out by rolly at the same time.
my other interests are crochet, and sudoku.
Musica
i really don't listen to much as the leccy cut us off 14 years ago, some times i just bang my head against the wall to the rythm of donna summers "i just wanna dance"
Film
last film i caught at the movie theatre was gone with the wind, but i was asked to leave because my cyborg eye went wrong and the laser killed 14 people.
Televisione
i've heard that these are really good, i can only tune my cyborg eye into channel 5.
this was the last televisual broadcast i ever saw, a rare episode of eastenders from 1917..
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Libri
i wrote a book once, it was good. It was called Bareback in time. you could probably find it in one of the Roy Castles, but only if they are right filthy.
Eroi
Lucille ball, Michael Ball, Zoe Ball, Jonny ball, Cannon and Ball, Maxine Carr, Jill Dando, and colonel Gaddafi..
Chi sono: IMPORTANT NOTICE:
I am now officially the voice of The British Isles.
as voted for by the readers of the Gratton catalogue.
I now have a duty to comment on any blog or website, on behalf of the good people of Britain, so if you feel there is a website or blog worldwide that deserves the MadgeT treatment, message me and i'll get em for you...and the also for Queen and country.
Well no one really knows where I came from.. I was found in a basket outside the Royal Vauxhall tavern, with a note saying "I tell you know, I don't even want to look at it"
So I was taken in by some nuns, when I say nuns, I mean hookers.
It was a good life, cleaning out the slings, wiping down the dungeon walls, doing a couple of vicars for four shillings six pence and a bag of gruel but I knew that one day, I’d be better... better than all this... so when I was old enough I packed myself off to Soho but realised that I was dyslexic , and ended up in delightful Cambridgeshire village Soham. Life was good for a few years until one summer, an innocent game of hide and seek went hideously wrong.
This brings me to around the present day, unfortunately the years have not been kind and I have had to have many an alteration done about my person. One of my many good friends Heather Mills McCartney helped me reconstruct my leg after a tragic “Epilady” accident using only a roll of gaffer tape and a may pole. I also lost an eye at Tori Spelling’s Bat mitzvah , after I called her a shit c*nt after she stole the last potato Latka. I have had this replaced with a robotic eye, which may sound quite amusing to you, but I’m actually quite sensitive about it. I now work for a charity raising awareness of cyborgs with progeria and the challenges they face daily. The face of our charity and chief patron is Janette Cranky, as she looks like she has progeria but in fact, she just butt ugly.
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Mi piacerebbe conoscere: someone with own teeth, a car, a sewing machine and failing that, a pulse.
Oh please comment on Jodie Marsh's website, she needs some of your treatment. And to be taken down a peg or two. Dullsville + narcissistic knob = Jodie Marsh.
