urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anthonythornton Spain's Leading Sponge anthonythornton 2004-06-10T17:17:05Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anthonythornton:402 2004-06-10T17:17:05Z 2004-06-10T17:17:05Z Hussey Andrew Ward, you naughty, naughty, wicked boy! You may well have parted with several thousand blackjacks with which to purchase mine and Mr. Edwards' hideous, ghastly, damp-rot infested, beastly beastly beastly Brighton shack, but you'll not get away with your latest venture! I've heard tales on the grapevine of your peculiar exploits, dear boy!<br /><br />Well more fool you for buying our house then - and more like a hovel than an abode it was anyway, dears. Filth encrusted and crawling with spindly horrors. The very thought, loves, the very thought. If I wasn't tethered to the bed by Mr. Edwards I'd flounce onto the next London bound transport and admonish you thoroughly. Are you listening, Andrew? Give you a full dressing down. Ooooh! A full dressing down! Fancy that, young Andrew, fancy that!<br /><br /><img src="http://www.harpercollins.co.uk/microsites/kids_night_in/images/Tony_Hart.jpg">