Well I enjoyed it. The Breadcrumbs were suitably terrified, there were jokes about young love that went completely over their heads, and Mrs Breadcrumb and I could forget our crummy lives for 2 1/2 hours. Result.
The bread trails were made by my 20 year old twins. I am fat, grey and 60. Which isn't even the answer to life the universe and everything. Run my own business, happily married, but still remarkably short of cash. Isn't that the modern life?
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