I’ll get you for this, David Beckham
Darn, no assistant tomorrow. She’s off to follow David Beckham around, with my permission.
I thought I was more important than David Beckham. And my voice is less squeaky.
I’ll just have to resort to filling up my time with making lewd phone calls to Victoria in LA. ‘Oh, so you like my voice, Posh? Oh, yes. I can talk in Received Pronunciation, too. Ooh.’
PS. for the humourless MSM: Before a certain Herald gossip columnist writes that I think I am in the same fame league as David, I was being ironic, just as I was with the Judy Bailey quip so many months ago. I apologize for overestimating your intelligence and no, for once I’m not baiting you with this post.