w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer."

The Beatles: "Paperback writer"
From the album: "1"

Exiting the railway station last night and threading my way through the serried ranks of taxis and waiting cars, I spotted a film crew with a bloke talking to a young couple in a Range Rover.

It was only as he pulled his torso out of the cabin that I realised it was one Gordon Ramsay.

Now it just so happened that I had in my rucksack his borrowed-from-a-colleague autocryography, so I thought I'd chance my arm.

"Would you autograph your book for me, Gordon?"

"Yeah, just give me two minutes to finish filming."

But while I borrowed a biro from one of the crew, another local nipped in for a conflab about a mutual acquaintance "off the record."

"Sorry mate, but everything's on the record" said Gordon.

Eventually he leaned into the bloke and 'whispered' "Tell the little fcuker from me that the next time I fcuking see him I'll fcuking fcuk the fcuker sideways."

Yep, that's Gordon, I thought.

So he inscribed the book "To Croa*. Love. Gordon."

Enjoy your weekends, y'all.

* like fcuk.

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