Mum's been concerned about my new "skinhead" look. She had wanted me to turn out all delicate yet artistic: a classical pianist like my namesake Evgeny Kissin, perhaps. Instead, she's increasingly resigned to accept that I like large breasts and I have no qualms about releasing loud, embarrassingly wet flatulence in polite company.
So I've had fun today winding Mum up with my "Chav Builder" impression. Alwight, Darlin'?
Hold on, I can't blog right now, I'm on the mobile. It's the rellies in Spain.
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