Here I am, trying to call you to make sure you haven’t drunk yourself into a stupor, and there you are, in the headlines, winning the Booker! Congratulations! Now apartments and women should never be a problem again.
~In an email to our latest Booker winner.
P.S. He is not a drunk. I’m just hysterical.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Err is the neon getting tinged with a little fluorescent green? Don’t dig A-dig-a?
🙂
Finally I hear there is a book (other than Wodehouse) which has humour and dark wit rather than the weepies that people love to dole out these days!
My turn for ‘name dropping’.
Did you know he once twised Mithun’s infamous ‘I am a disco dancer’ number to ‘I am a toilet cleaner’ and entertained a gaggle of giggling girls who thought he was the craziest thing after wax strips?
Teenage doesn’t bear well even on future booker prize winners.
Manju: Eh? 😕 Nought o’ the sort! He’s perfectly likable!
gooddaysunshine: I wouldn’t know, hon. I refuse to read it unless the author hands me an autographed copy.
Nino’s Mum: If I could drop pounds as easily as I drop names, I’d be a skinny minny celeb and everyone would be dropping my name. 😉 I must must must rib him about this. If he ever speaks to me again, that is.
Oh Joy! Another Indian
To the Booker is bidden
He’s done the country proud
A silver lining to the dark cloud
Of the recession with which, today, we’re ridden!
Aunty G: I don’t think he has much national pride, that man. And yes, the market’s in the gutter and I’m going to have to sell my shoe collection if it doesn’t recover soon. 😦