I send love and *smooches* from Wes... course, he doesn't know this, he's kinda shy though so sometimes I totally make up his comments.
I hear rumours that you may one day be visiting Glebe House in the not too distant future... I'm yer Emily Dickinson type recluse but I dare say a visit from a Famous Personage such as yourself will get even me out the house to the Land In The Middle of Nowhere (aka Glebe territory). I hope ya make it - I want your autograph and I daresay you want mine too.
from'Ode to Ronny' (hey it's a work in progress and Rome wasn't built in a day, the same goes for my masterpieces - only they take a little longer):
Ronny comes in out of the rain, Puttin' out that burn burn burn.
He can't dance but he's got that joy in his heart. He ain't smart 'cept for for when he is. {95% of the time. }
He's got a pink shirt He should dye his hair pink.
I think.
Real men don't eat quiche, They wear pink and they ain't afraid to flaunt it. He sometimes threatens to quit the flame and glory, but:
Ode: you're bestowed, get on the road, Offload at the Glebe abode. Take the highroad, walk the joyrode - When you reach the crossroad, Unload - I'll tell them you glowed - Bishop's Stortford will explode.
HI Ronny, Hugh keeps telling me the twist came from the genius that is known as one Mr. Chubby Checker, but I actually prefer the limbo. (you know,warewolves can try to trick you sometimes) b.t.w., Chubby also makes a delicious beef jerky product. The showbusiness is funny like that.
So what did you do on your birthday? Lick all the frosting off your cake before it was done? Shop for a new guitar strap? Dust off your collection of historic oven mitts from each state capital?
Hope you'll accept these bleary, belated birthday wishes!
