Every morning when I have my bath, my bleary eyes rest on my girlfriend's shampoo bottle, directly opposite me. And every morning, in that highly receptive and barely conscious state, I read, over and over again, the sentence they've chosen to emblazen on the back of it:
'Get A More Dazzling Blonde!'
Now, luckily, my current blonde is more than dazzling enough for me. But still, I can't help thinking Derren Brown would advise her she's playing with fire.
Thursday, 1 November 2007
Also, I'm afraid I killed the French ambassador.
Posted by John Finnemore at 5:36 pm 5 comments
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