Saturday, 10 January 2009

Dear Greg James

I couldn't help but notice that, in spite of my previous request, you still appear to be flogging that infernal Flash, Flash! song to within an inch of its life like the proverbial equine corpse.

Does it not bother you that despite it being the kind of concept that even the doziest Gump could pick up, no cunt who phones in ever seems to be able to get the bastard thing right?