Saturday, September 06, 2008
The end of the world is nigh.
Come Wednesday they'll be switching on that infernal machine over in Geneva, and we'll all be sucked into a big black hole.
I intend to go out in style and so I've hired the Sheila's Wheels girls to drive me into the abyss whilst I sit in the back seat drinking Timothy Taylor's bitter.
If the world doesn't come to an end after all, then I want the advertising accounts of both companies. Work of this quality doesn't come for free, you know.
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