Roche Fokke
Hi Jenny – What a gig in High Wycombe last night! A voice like Chanel No 5 flavoured sulphuric acid cascading over gravel, some of the funniest lines ever heard on stage, all that sheer energy – I only wish I could charge you for the slightly moist trousers I had after your gig, but it wouldn’t be a gentlemanly thing to do. You are, without a doubt, the dog’s bollocks, and you made an old man very, very happy indeed, though I feel after your concert it would be easier for me to enter the Kingdom of Heaven than passing through a camel’s toe…….! Brilliant!
Thank you Roche
You made my day x
I think Roche may be a Fisherman called Grandpa! I dare say, he’d “Enter the Kingdom of Heaven” if he tried to pass through your Camel’s Toe…ahem…Perhaps the armless boy’s mother could help him out! *still freaked from THAT one…SHUDDER*