Did you all have an uneventful, but correctly predicted week? Obviously the ones who aren't replying must be dead, so we?ll chalk that one up to us being absolute fantastic diviners and not because you're all stupid people who don't die when we tell you to.
Last week we had a visit from Psychic Sally, who in the hecklerspray bedsit we call ?Not So Psychic Sally? because we're total jokers, and think that she's got as much ability to tell the future as Tulisa does fellating young men. Sally wanted us to write a column for her in this week?s Sun on Sunday about various things that are going to happen during the week.
At first, we were all for it, a writer can't live on Pot Noodle alone and the bedsit does need the rot looking at (we're not sure what's in the settee, but it's rotting the material now. And looks like it's breathing). But she said that she wanted to put her name on the top of the it. Imagine that! Psychic Sally phoning things in and not putting the effort in!