Wok

excited that Dolly Parton is giving me cookery lessons. We’re woking nine to five, then it’s the way to bake and sieving.

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Bovine

and veterinarian Debbie Harry couldn’t decide what was making my cow sick. “Wrong hay, or an udder.”

Tucker

and the Rev Smokey Robinson married me to Tucker Jenkins actor Todd. People say I’m the wife of the Carty.

Fix

and Sam Cooke is going to fix my car with his oxyacetalyne torch. What a wonderful weld this would be.

Op

& Nancy Sinatra did a breast augmentation op on me at physicist Stephen’s request. These boobs are made for Hawking.

Smoothie

& Otis Redding fixed my smoothie-maker. “There you go,” he said. “Now, try a little blender test.”

Bill

to find Bill Withers always knows if a racing pigeon is slow: “Just one look at you & I know it’s gonna be a dove delay.”

Marve

& regretted getting Marvin Gaye to paint that rude fresco for me. When I check that ceiling, I’ve got sex mural peeling.

ATOS

to discover the new ‘Austerity’ version of Sgt Pepper includes an ATOS remix - Demeaning For The Benefits Of Mr Kite.

Threels

after a threesome with Fred Gwynne and Mark Everett: My beloved Munster & E, we come everywhere together.

Stalker

and found my celebrity stalker Cliff Richard had chained himself under my house and was shouting abuse. Got myself a spying, clanking, creeping, wanking, living troll.

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Roof

& played an R.E.M. song to coax a vertigo-suffering TV fashion guru down from my roof: This one goes out to Gok Wan above

Waheyward

after a confusing orgy with ELP and Haircut 100. “Where do we go from here? Is it down on Greg Lake I fear?”

1984

& invited a horny, Arctic Monkeys-loving, Marxist revolutionary to a disco. I bet that Che gets wood on the dance floor.

Kevin

 to discover My Perfect Cousin was actually about extreme homebrewing: His mother bought him an absinthesiser