They stole my identity back in 2009.
Up until then, I was a successful musician, songwriter, producer, publisher, mogul and musician.
I had a string of top 10 chart hits to my name, countless Grammys, a Blue Peter badge and an Oscar for Best Musical Posing Pouch in a Disney Cartoon.
And now look at me...
A worthless shell, a
dessikated desicated dessiccatted dried-up remnant of my former glory.
And all because I took my eye off the ball (
Plummy fell out of my leopard-skin-print musical posing pouch). Now I struggle to afford a pair of undershreddies to call my own. THEY EVEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO STEEL MY MARKS & SPENCER Y-FRONTS WITH BUILT-IN SKID MARK REPELLANT. The smell I can live with, but the lack of comfort I cannot.
So be warned Davey-boy. Keep your cards close to your chest and your underwarez closer, lest you end up like me.
You have been warned.
post edited by SteveStrummerUK - 2016/08/29 09:17:56