After my famous days playing the chocolate harmonica, and being a pretty good dancer, I went on to try auditioning for the role as the Milkybar kid, but after that fell through I became a delivery boy for Pizza Hut, but got a new perspective with The Economist. So, I got my bum on a seat and travelled with the National Express to any airport where I booked an Ebookers flight and jetted off through the Sky to the World Cup where I crossed my fingers for England and watched everything on BT Vision. I bumped into and Gary Linekar, and we went off to track down some unsual flavoured crisps. Unfortunately we were attacked by a mad professor throwing Creme Eggs at us, it's given me horrible teeth and now all I can eat is Heinz baby food...
