Sunday, 4 July 2010
Of Driveways and Film Stars
imagine my horror when I opened the blinds this morning and saw this:
Yes. A bloody unicorn in our garden. The cheek of it!
Now, before you all get on your high horses (no pun intended), it's not the unicorn per se that I object to. No. It's Tom Cruise.
It's bad enough that I had to endure him in War Of The Worlds last night (SP really wanted to watch it), but now I'll have to discourage the micro-star from flattening my boarders and gallumphing all over the freshly raked shingle. You see, every time a unicorn shows up, the tiny clod thinks it's his duty to look after it as he thinks he's still in Legend.