Don't take the Mickey

My agent, Bernie Shimshelwitz was in Amsterdam at the weekend trying to regain his yoof and lose his mind simultaneously. Unluckily, after doing a massive dose of magic mushrooms and smoking the dimps out of fourteen ashtrays, he woke up in the middle of a riot about dog dirt or canal pollution or some other heavyweight Liberal dilemma. Poor old Bernie thought the canal boat he’d been snoozing on had delivered him to EuroDisney. I’m glad I wasn’t there to witness the kicking he got after demanding that the geezer pictured shout “Hello Pluto!” and autograph ‘Love from Mickey’ on a king-size Rizzla.