Arrabbiata1
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That's disturbing. You and Austin (who spent the night) were listening to Barry Manilow?
We sat hand in hand sobbing gently whilst watching the sun rise, accompanied by 'Mandy' on repeat and exchanging glossy photo's of the Boz Bro's destined for our scrapbook collections.
Oh well thats Ok ........ I actually agree with you there .....
But irrespective of that I still think you are a whibbering arsehole
Oh and it just dawned on me .......... you actually look like Barry Manilow
Dear Marry Bachine,
Recently it was my great honour and fortune to meet the great man backstage prior to one of his prized performances in a province near me. We talked again post show, and was astonished to learn, aside from his talismanic, mesmerising and manifest musical mastery, he is a personality replete with other talents. Only when pressed does he elaborate upon his great achievements offstage. For example, who would suspect when listening to the throwaway folly of 'Bermuda Triangle' something that is lost to even his ardent listeners and followers, the man himself is a leading expert in gyroscopic applications and technology. You'd think that he'd at the very least employ the Internet every weekend to troll racing forums in order to impart his expertise. It then turns out that as a keen motorcyclist, not only was he weaned on a dirt-bike, (he used to practice sliding on algae encrusted beaches), but he has instructed at scores of race schools. Naturally he is far too modest to divulge which and where, which is understandable, but again the temptation to turn into a web warrior at the weekend, and anonymously proclaim these facts festooned with cartoon emotions must be overwhelming.
Now here's the amazing bit. Not only is he imbued with superhuman skills on a motorcycle, Barry currently owns a Ducati 848........S. Now I really had to coax this out of him, but when riding to the show, only that night, when slowing for a corner, he shut the throttle, and without the use of the downshift - in a few seconds of utterly transcendent talent, slid and simultaneously spun the back wheel through a combination of expert body position and the assisted compression of the engine braking. But that's not all - there is yet more 'Manilow Magic' to come. Apparently he accomplishes this routinely as an afterthought. By God, if I had a fraction of his prowess on a motorcycle, I'd immediately subscribe to an internet bike racing forum and holler it form the proverbial rooftops. Bet you'll never listen to Copacabana in quite the same way again.
To substantiate my story I am posting firstly a photo I took of my daughter backstage next to my icon Barry Manilow. Secondly, I have also provided a recent picture of myself, which contrary to your kind compliment, I have to reluctantly and begrudgingly confess that I really bear little or no resemblance to the Billboard busting Brooklyn Bard.
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Love, Arrabbiata1
P.S. During a recent visit to the lavatory I checked and now reassured and safe in the knowledge, I can confirm that minus a few piles (the direct result of being stranded on my sofa and never getting beyond my mountainous piles of magazines and DVD's) I am not it would seem and I am relieved to say, in possession of a 'whibbering arsehole'. Perhaps I might venture the aforesaid condition is a nasty by-product of excessive backing it in the Barry way and the tendency to spout excessive .... on internet forums.