Posted on: Sun, Dec 18 2005 10:35 AM
Excuses, excuses. Patrick is full of them this week. If you ask me, he over-indulged with the chick from the property room and a bottle of Dom at the annual station Christmas Party. Here's what HE has to say for himself.
“Sorry I'm a bit late with this, but better late than never!
You Are Corn on the Cob Soda
Like sucking on a stick of butter
Sure, why not? I like butter. I like corn on the cob. With what they can do in the lab these days with flavors (ever try the flavored water “Golden Peach” at WalMart?), it's gonna be tasty.
I'd choose the role of Prime Minister as played by Hugh Grant in the story Love Actually. He plays a bumbling, tangle-tongued fellow who has no finesse with women but has the stones and drive to become the PM of Great Britain! A juicy role. And the gal who falls for him isn't half bad, either.
Here's a quote:
Prime Minister: “Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”