On the top of my pizza I shall sprinkle the tears of dying garden birds and the mouldering remains of the satsumas from the bottom of spoilt children's merino wool stockings.
And what Christmas would be complete without a thick wedge of free range Noel Edmonds?
On the top of my pizza I shall sprinkle the tears of dying garden birds and the mouldering remains of the satsumas from the bottom of spoilt children's merino wool stockings.
And what Christmas would be complete without a thick wedge of free range Noel Edmonds?
Happy Jesusmas!