Tuesday, 5 December 2006

Nothing

Really, nothing to say to you! To You, Sir!

Who are you? Did you think I wanted "fame?" Fame is available at a price; Max Clifford could, I expect, tell you what it is (I think about 10kpm). I reckon he earns more keeping people out of the papers than getting them in.

No, it can't be fame I'm after; this would not be the way. There must be something else.

No comments: