If only George Negus' moustache could speak, the stories it could tell
Ah, I have such a warm feeling when I see George Negus on television, a feeling that there is a balance to the world.
After all, who better to tell me about all of the terrible things happening in my country than a man who lives in a villa in Tuscany?
Wanker.
But I do wonder, if Georges' moustache could talk, what would it have to say for itself?
Would it be ashamed of that one drunken awards night spent with Jana Wendt?
Or the time that Yasser Arafat totally lost control?
The public should be told!
Please George, stop gagging the lady tickler and let it tell all?
I for one wait with baited breath.
However, I won't hold it, that would just be childish.