Born in 1457, Andrew spent his formative years hunting rattlesnakes on the banks of the Mississippi River. Tiring of this, he worked alongside Yasmine Bleeth as a stockbroker in New York, before jacking it in to join the Amish community. A briefly succesful music career in Japan followed before the sake got the better of him and he retired to an obscure part of the public sector in Ireland. He will be pleasantly astonished if anyone chooses to listen to him. He thinks he can spell really well. He feels bad about the rattlesnakes now.
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Bloody Chewsday! Bloody Irish Rail. Bloody jammed front door. Bloody weather. I look like a drowned rat and I was late for work (again).
Have a brilliant holiday. I'm not jealous at all...grr.
If the floods of rain leave when you leave, don't come back :P
Have a great time, both of you!
@Lottie, don't worry. You have sushi to look forward to :-P
Happy Holidays!
bring me back the pharoahs gold!
Lottie- Need a hug? You'll be hanging with Darragh again soon and watching more naked ladies at the weekend (I think?) so it ain't all bad.
Darragh- cheers buddy, a pleasure as always the other night.
MJ- thank you very much, hope all's well in MJland
Sean- certainly, it's really the least I can do after the other day. Sorry...
Phnyeah!
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