Phew, yes, welcome back ixion, I was convinced that you’d fallen into the dock, been rescued by a hunky sailor and been whisked off for a life of unrestrained luxury and passion! Or was that a dream I had last night? ?
Actually I was mainly concerned about the double shifts I could see looming!
Well done Michael, no-one wants a faulty gateway, particularly at our time of life!
I’ve been practicing my quick changes for the cabaret - I can hide behind brook’s giant bottom, so no-one can see my smalls.
Will I earn a stiffgit for my rapid changes, or my über clean toilets? I just want one, I don’t care what it’s for. Please, pants.