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| Craggers: nearly in touchy-feely mode. |
Ms Cranberry S, of West End PR reported, "Gordon is taking an never ending sabbatical. I hear that he will be slipping into a very exclusive furniture school in Switzerland to give him that extra finesse (and a mustard mouth-wash won't go amiss)," ventured the newly emboldened Ms Cranberry in her mock drama college whisper. "And...he's not the face front of what our band Gin Wify needs anymore!" butted in Artie Artichok'em (bass). "Craggy as the Jagger, the 3 percent sales slumper is not going to shift us to the next league, or fix us up on a big unplugged spot," Artie continued with a nuance of swaying hip. "What we needs is like a really smooth chops; a 'shaken, not stirred' type bloke. I'd even trash me pig swill look and get suited if we was to land that Quattro-driving DCI Hunt." 'chok'em mused to his 5000 watt Marshall. "Yes quite, intervened a startled fawn resembling Ms C.
Craggy's other enterprises are not reported to be in peek condition either. "F--- 'em. They're space-wasting tossers all!" retorted G form the VIP London lounge, en route to some hoped for resurrection across the pond. (Photo: Splash)
