Doing a Burrell
It seems fashionable these days to publish private
correspondence between yourself and your friends. So I thought I’d follow
the trend by sharing with you a piece of correspondence which we received
by email yesterday. It will give you a feel for the kind of abuse which
we have to live with! I’m not going to tell you who wrote it – but unlike
Paul Burrell I’ve got the original!
This email arrived yesterday, and starts...
“You b*st**ds. Why, oh why, can’t you have a nasty day where it hails stones the size of golf balls, where your fingers drop off with frostbite, where the sea is brown and the sky is grey...pah!”
I think somebody’s been reading our website too often.
This email arrived yesterday, and starts...
“You b*st**ds. Why, oh why, can’t you have a nasty day where it hails stones the size of golf balls, where your fingers drop off with frostbite, where the sea is brown and the sky is grey...pah!”
I think somebody’s been reading our website too often.