Part the second of a very occasional series...
- The parting of the gravy
- It's not your birthday yeti
- You can tell it's real, it's got plastic fingers
- Sometimes the only solution to organisational failure is Dale Winton in a tutu
- The funeral was a gay affair and everybody laughed
- Thus do the wives of great men help save their husbands' modesty
- Two shakes of a lamb's doo-dah
- On hearing the first bunyip of Spring
- Waggling their MBEs
- The head of the herd was calling far, far away
- I have a spontaneously-combusting log
- A Corby Viking press
- A bed full of pamphlet pokers
- Bringing up "that clear thing"
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I say do those before a drink - it's only alcohol that makes me coherent
aye 'appen....
I can't get past Winton in a tutu.
Lulu: how true those words are, even today.
Libby: nah then, nah then…
Pat: you could, he's lost weight and everything.
Boycott American Women: get a grip, man, you're in danger of making an exhibition of yourself.
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