Their posters are still being busy little bees trying to write us off.
All I can say is:
Woof...
Having said that, I find it difficult to find fault with BPs early morning comment.
I did so enjoy seeing the shirt collection.
But why no laminate flooring?
The least BP could do is a 'Burt Reynolds', stretching himself out on the laminate flooring for female (or male) eyes to feast upon.
There's a rather sweet posting from Yuca (in his Bongo Player guise) over on DW, to the effect that, around 2050, we'll all be shooting over to Sammy's domain. But most of us, if still capable of drawing a breath, will be in sheltered accommodation, puzzling over the new technology that has surrounded and overwhelmed us. Oh, yes, we'll all be in Incontinence pants all right...
Maths obviously isn't your strong point.
You see, senility is already setting in...
It seems Talk Ivy has descended into Talk Dressed Well whilst Dressed Well has descended into Talk Talk Ivy.
Reminds me of the post-Thatcher UK economy.
I can see AFS and Woof squaring up to each other in Chiltern Street before settling their differences over a pint in the Barley Mow