I've got the flu wrapped in the flu and topped with more flu.
Ill, my ASS. Nick's just collapsed on my doorstep looking dazed, confused and quite frankly,
traumatised AND... wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a smile. I think the scratches on his back speak for themselves. He has yet to utter a word...
David, when I sent my friend Nick to you it was on the understanding that you would treat him gently and that he would only be required to perform duties normally associated with a routine 'tea and sympathy' visit.
I wish he'd stop SMILING - it's beginning to look creepy. Hellfire, what did you DO to him??