Is this a real job? Is this just fantasy?
HowyaIt’s day three and I’m sitting here with a smile the size of Cork on me bake. Jaysus but it’s been deadly so far.Tuesday was brand new and I was laughing me cacks off at the faces of the English eejits who thought they were all in on this steamer for Sweet Wake to romp… Continue reading Two down, two to go
Just yesterday I was fitting a new s-bend for a woman in Richmond Place. I say ‘new’ it was actually a bit second hand and had spent the previous ten years of its existence in a flat round the corner. I say ‘woman’ but I’m not completely bleedin sure it wasn’t her husband in an… Continue reading George W Bush
Hello sweeties I speak to you this week as a woman shocked and angry. No, Fortnum and Mason haven’t messed up my Bolly order again, thank heaven. I am really quite peeved at this latest media kerfuffle about the Royals. It’s bad enough when the ghastly guttersnipes among the red-tops try to spark revolution by… Continue reading Auntie Joanna
YEARS ARE like pipes – you can look back at them, up them, down them or along them but you can’t change the crap that was in them. And as I always say, if it’s true in plumbing then it’s true in life. In January, Johnny Foreigner and his continental cousins threw away their money… Continue reading Review of 2002