… kinky notes from a quirky planet …
It’ll need more than one Elvis sighting to safe this summer. Mein Hirn übernahm die Urheberschaft für diesen Satz, den mir das Universum auf mysteriösen, aber gut ausgebauten Milchpfaden zukommen ließ. Ich nickte innerlich. Für Gesten fehlte mir die Energie. Aber wo zum Getto sollte ich einen Elvis hernehmen …
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In our final episode we don’t lose ourselves in prerambling, we ass-bomb directly into it, teasing just some kickers: Spider Murphy Gang, Clockwork Orange and how to spend some nights in the Tower. With this in mind: Take that, esteemed readers. Jimmy: Bum fodder? Queen: Sorry, that’s toilet paper. Jimmy: No civilized savage would do that. Folks would rather ask for one …
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Jimmy still standing. So is the Queen. Both know how to knock you down in Hellboy style. And both can take quite a beating. Rustic word boxing at its most bizarre. We’re damn happy to have them here giving each other a pretty tough but sporting rubdown. In this episode you’ll meet Monty Python, a snarling Weisswurst and Maggie’s secret nickname …
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We’re guessing you guys peed your pants with excitement. Cool down and dry off. Sequel here we go. We call it rumble in the tea room. Jimmy facing the Queen, that’s like Muhammad Ali whooping George Forman. Words only of course. Almost.
Jimmy: The question was what your job brings along besides waving and heaving tea everyday exactly at five pm …
Munich Globe Bloggers come up with a brandy spanking new series. Our man for the lost moments, Jimmy Walker Jr., goes for a cup of gin with famous fellas and ushers them out of their cosy zone with his notoriously folksy backstreet style. The first victim of our truth machine is the Queen of England, Elizabeth number two. At least the lady we had our little …
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