The wrong singer croaked
/I put the telly on yesterday evening and starting watching a tribute to Pavarotti.
Then it happened.
That sodding Bono appeared, with his stupid bloody sunglasses and silly earings, to give us the benefit of his profound thoughts on the great tenor. For fuck's sake!
I, dear reader, switched off.
Then it happened.
That sodding Bono appeared, with his stupid bloody sunglasses and silly earings, to give us the benefit of his profound thoughts on the great tenor. For fuck's sake!
I, dear reader, switched off.