Where's my pancake?

So much for that! I've finished wandering the world being a rock star now and I've walked back through the front door and there isn't even a measly pancake!

I have decided to take it easy for a change. I've tried all sorts of careers and being a rock star was the final attempt.

It's too much like hard work! When I was much younger (about 100) I used to quite enjoy all the screaming and women throwing themselves at me. These days, they all have false teeth and glasses! I was doing my best moves the other night and nearly dislocated my hip. The previous evening, some of the old dears got quite hysterical during my rendition of Do Ya Think I'm Sexy and a lady in the front row fell over her Zimmer frame in the shuffle trying to get to the stage. We had to stop the show while the ambulance crew came in. Soon after I got started again, a lady at the back of the room threw her knickers at me. It all went dark and I nearly fell off the stage, staggering about trying to get these gigantic pants from around my head!

I have had more than enough excitement to last me for a while.

Track? Well, with all my laundry, I thought I'd Bring It On Home