I saw that Charlton Heston geezer on telly the other day. He was being El Cid, Don Rodrigues de Vivar and saving the noble Valencians from being biffed up the Moors. They got so agitated that they chucked that Herbert Lom geezer over the city walls. Blimey, have a word, guv! That's a bit over the top; I mean we all can get a bit excited but there's no need to chuck geezers over the city walls. I thought that all that defenestration stuff went out with the dark ages. Oh, blimey! It was the bleeding dark ages!
Anyway, I had a double take when I spotted old Charlton's handsome, craggy features and thought "Now, that reminds me of someone I know....." Here's a snap of dear old me taken recently in the fair city of Valencia by the sea, saving the Valencians from being blown up by themselves. Yes, it's uncanny isn't it? Handsome, craggy features, what ? "From my cold, dead hands...." Thanks, Charlton, mate. Pass the salt.
Anyway, I had a double take when I spotted old Charlton's handsome, craggy features and thought "Now, that reminds me of someone I know....." Here's a snap of dear old me taken recently in the fair city of Valencia by the sea, saving the Valencians from being blown up by themselves. Yes, it's uncanny isn't it? Handsome, craggy features, what ? "From my cold, dead hands...." Thanks, Charlton, mate. Pass the salt.
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