grill me a ferret, 7 Jan 2004

Picture the scene. You're at a karaoke night on the border of London and the home counties. The Burberry baseball-capped geezers are on lemon bacardi breezers. Mmmm where do you get those stylish hoop-earrings? You look up after downing a few pints of Heineken Top and you see Vinnie, raring to go, seventh in the queue of Kwik-Fit fitters. He's shadow boxing with the mike. The ladies love him. And he's chosen 'soul', cos like, you gotta have soul ain'tcha?

Cabaret's the only way for Vinnie now, and he can't do it.

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