tropicana 16 February 2011
Himself might not strike the world as exactly madcap, in general, but those who know him realise their is much mischief in him. Though he can leave the house with little or no fanfare, some mornings he can’t help but not. Witness yesterday when he played keepy-uppy (as a footballer might with a ball) with his underpants and socks while singing Club Tropicana…oh yes, my friends, it may be sharing too much but welcome to my world…
