Scan my arse
Herself wanted me to scan a photograph. No problem, says I. I have a scanner – it’s one of those yokes that prints and scans and faxes and makes a mug of tea, so it’s a simple matter of firing … Continue reading →
Herself wanted me to scan a photograph. No problem, says I. I have a scanner – it’s one of those yokes that prints and scans and faxes and makes a mug of tea, so it’s a simple matter of firing … Continue reading →