Me and my brother have a dream.
It is glorious dream.
An ambitious dream.
It is a dream that cold change the world (or at least the service industry)
It is a dream the RSPCA are unlikely to share.
We dream of Monkeys.
Waiter Monkeys.
Waiter Monkeys who Juggle.
We'd make a Mint.
But more importantly it would help me out. Cos I'm not much of a juggler. I juggle three ok. As long as the stuff isn't breakable obviously.
See, problem is is that maybe. Maybe. I took on too much.
Firstly I'm still working. Suprising I know - people haven't discovered me as yet. Secondly there is the MA, which is fun - but still, it's a lot of work. It is, horribly, more important to me than work.
Lastly there are new and exciting developments in my personal life. This takes up a lot of my time. And I'm not complaing, really I'm not. It is, in fact, priority number one. It's proper mint, how.
And yeah, I know. I said I could juggle three. I remember, it was only a few lines ago. But, see, problem is - they're all breakable aren't they?
I could cope with working breaking - but it would bugger up two and three wouldn't it?
So.
Me and my brother have a dream.
We dream of Juggling Monkeys. And they could teach us so much.
Plus:
Disco Kettle Packs His Bags
Me and DK got ourselves a new place.
Oh yes, I'll let you know when we can afford the heating to have a warming... see what I did there?
