i see you in the corner, i see you in the grass
So I was at work tonight, contemplating death by boredom and as I stared at the people wandering past, and a scruffy gentleman walks up to the menus posted outside, dressed casually and toting a khaki messenger bag...
STEPHEN FUCKING MANGAN. FUCKING STEPHEN MANGAN.
(GUY SECRETAN!)
The inventor (not really) of Guyball, this asshole:
Foreign politicians often zing stereotypical tunes, mayday, mayday, Venezuela, neck.
When I saw him I think I kind of tripped whilst standing and proceeded to stare at him, silently shouting in my head, "PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE NOOOOOOOOO..." when he, of course, walked away.
I knew he was in town along with the rest of anyone who's ever been on British television for The Norman Conquests but I just...didn't expect that.
STEPHEN FUCKING MANGAN. FUCKING STEPHEN MANGAN.
(GUY SECRETAN!)
The inventor (not really) of Guyball, this asshole:
Foreign politicians often zing stereotypical tunes, mayday, mayday, Venezuela, neck.
When I saw him I think I kind of tripped whilst standing and proceeded to stare at him, silently shouting in my head, "PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE PLEASE EAT HERE NOOOOOOOOO..." when he, of course, walked away.
I knew he was in town along with the rest of anyone who's ever been on British television for The Norman Conquests but I just...didn't expect that.