Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Well, Tony won't be answering his elders and betters back any longer, I imagine, now that he's finally thrown his mendacious lot in with Vatican Inc. It's only a stone's throw, by helicopter, to Tuscany, after all, and presumably he'll be making himself useful about the place until God makes direct contact. Let's face it, how long can the current CEO hold down the job? By the time Tone's sorted out the Middle East and ditched the bitch (the Sacra Rota, natch), he'll be more than ready to slip on those Prada pumps and get his ring well buffed. And no more foolish promises over dinner, right, Tone? This time it's to the death.