It's right about now that Vilette and all you other lovely ladies feel my elbows very sharply in your sides as I step forward and introduce myself -- and secretly wish that New York was just a little closer to New Zealand.
Dixie dog loves men - she'll curl up on any man's lap, and then lick them and lick them to death. So it is with an unselfish heart that I ask that you send any yorkie lovin'
(err, single) blokes to this side of the Earth,
for Dixie's sake. I'm totally just doing this for Dixie, of course I am, who else?
Is this where that line from Hamlet springs to mind? About protesting too much?