Some people (mistakenly) think I haven’t thought about making a 300 hour documentary on the internal struggles of living in the same world as Bon Jovi and they are not right to think it. The Netflix negotiations have stalled as they THINK they only need 280 hours but what they think and what they get will be the extra 20 hours but enough about the future. Right now, we need to discuss the events of yesterday evening. Yesterday evening began like every other evening. I woke up, got out of bed, got back into bed, slept, woke up and got out of bed. After breakfast, I told Scurvy Jane that Stevie Wonder surprised Sir Tom Jones in the blind auditions on The Voice UK. She didn’t believe me and she was wrong because it was fact. The problem with telling people unbelievable things so often is that they sometimes think the unbelievable, not believable. For a moment I was hurt in the same way a creative, liar genius might be hurt when someone refuses to believe them but I got over it quick enough before deciding that I certainly wasn’t wasn’t going to get over it at all. After seven hours of asking why she didn’t believe me, the inevitable happened and she ran away but not before I had the last word…
Blind? auditions! Unbelievable!
Fact.