Richard Johnston & The Football Stompers
at the Flying Saucer. And now I must get on mine and beat it. As always, I really don't care what you do this week, because I don't even know you, and unless you can get them to lay off poor Martha and let her get back to her lobster pasta,I feel certain that I don't want to meet you. Besides, it's time for me to stop all this nonsense and get back to reading Nostradamus' predictions. There's just bound to be a vision in there that says, "Goofy little bald man who write weekly newspaper column full of bull will amass great fortune and retire to commune in Canary Islands with Baldwin brothers."