Monthly Archives: February 2017

  Barmy Albert came home paralytic drunk on Saturday night. He staggered through the door and is met by Non-Stick Nora, who is incandescent with rage and not a happy bunny.   “Where the flamin’ hell have you been all night?” she … Continue reading →

  Last weekend, a bloke came off his motorbike right outside my house. There was a gaggle of folk meandering around him, so I went out and shouted, “Let me through!”  This woman asked me, “Are you a doctor?”  I … Continue reading →