I say this because of a recent incident in which a missive of affection, written by my wonderwife, was found in one of her old school books, dredged from a dusty box which had been long since forgotten. In the spirit of honesty, I’ve reproduced it, word for word, below.
Dear Shaky,
I am a great fan of yours and will always be. My name is [my wife]. My birthday is September 15th. I was born in 1975. I am 10 years old. I watch every programme you are on. I adore your song Merry Christmas everyone because I no every single word.
I like men who are handsome and I think your great.
Some of my friend say you’re nice but I didn’t I said you’re gorgeous.
Yours sincerely
[my wife]
I’m happy to note though, that Shaky didn’t get a closing “X”, which I get as standard in my texts and emails. So, in your face Shaky! In your face! Who’s the winner! Me, that’s who. Yes, very much so. Eat my dust...
2 comments:
You do indeed win, Steve. And Michael Barrett will no doubt be ruing the day...
I'm impressed you know Mr Stevens' real name; you're obviously a bigger fan than my lovely lady wife. Might there be a similar letter lurking in your old schoolbooks?
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