Not a hangover
You can say what you like, but this ain’t no fucking hangover. If I do feel a little out of sorts after a feed of pints, a good night’s sleep or a massive fry-up or a bottle of whiskey usually … Continue reading →
You can say what you like, but this ain’t no fucking hangover. If I do feel a little out of sorts after a feed of pints, a good night’s sleep or a massive fry-up or a bottle of whiskey usually … Continue reading →
I’m as sick as a dog today. Herself says it was the ten pints I had last night. Well, she’s fucking wrong. It was twelve pints. Heh!
Continue reading →I came across a rather startling piece of video the other day. It’s an extract from the QI programme on BBC. It’s supposed to be light entertainment, but the facts revealed somewhat sobered up the panellists. Yes. The slave trade … Continue reading →
It all started yesterday afternoon. Herself came in from the shed to say that she had been listening to the radio, and wasn’t sure what she had heard. Being an obliging sort of chap, I chained her up back in … Continue reading →