“I own the second largest light engineering company in the West Midlands”
No succulent Chinese meal involved, just a nasty bit of homophobic abuse.
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It has happened again.
My first job was at Weymouth Sealife Centre as part of an hourly attraction called “Man gets beaten up by angry sea lion”, where I played the role of “the man”. I didn’t like it much, so I know how this guy feels - good luck for tomorrow, fella!
The rats even bricked up her trousers. But the reaction to this shows that - yes - we CAN occasionally have nice things.
Alien Abduction World, just one mile north of the A377 near Exeter. Go on - give it a probing!
THIS LOOKS IMPORTANT.
The Daily Telegraph once again with its finger on the pulse of the nation.
Is there a statute of limitations on reporting examples of compo face?
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Expert level huffing.
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I’ve a former colleague who does this. He’s also the spitting image of Simon Pegg, so he’s very popular at fan conventions.
Not sure if it’s a tomato or the president’s brain.
Meanwhile in Germany: Shopkeep worries that his leather goods shop will not survive roadworks. He probably mentions Schritt (footfall) along the way.
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We haven’t seen a poem from lovely, lovely Annie for a bit. But fear not!
It was published in the same year as Miss Marple and the Corn-Laden Turd, in which the famous elder detective solved the crime without having to leave the toilet.
I remember this Agatha Christie mystery. It was a three-page pamphlet called Hercule Poirot’s Easiest Case. She was just dialling it in by then.
✅ Holding their nose
✅ Pointing at the thing that’s made them angry
This is what we’re here for.
Braintree in Essex. They measure time differently there because of time dilation caused by a nearby black hole (Clacton).
Seahouses is still the best place for chippy tea on the way home from Alnwick.
Blasters going off everywhere, no injuries.
Barter Books though. Best second hand book store in the country.
Also in Alnwick, a delicatessen where we were served supermarket ham sandwiches in supermarket bread, while the owner was being astonishingly racist.
This NOT sexy slang, and you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking that it was.
“Oh yeah, that’s how it always starts. Then later there’s running and screaming”
I don’t just make this shit up, you know.
Lord Vader of Cheam marches to Alnwick police station after his TIE fighter was clamped while he was shopping in Barter Books, only to be told that “it’s a civil matter, sir”.
“Do you know who I am?” he asks the desk sergeant.
“Also sir, this is not the Death Star canteen sketch”.
It’s “A Can of Heinz Cream of Tomato Soup” and the missing word is anything your disgusting imaginations can come up with.
I can’t be bothered to check, but I think this is a completely different “BT Openreach put a pole a few metres from my house and now I want to move” story from the previous “BT Openreach put a pole a few metres from my house and now I want to move” story we did the other day.
Anyway, more from Kerry’s Eye, the most joyful of all regional newspapers, and a child has been lodged in the Tunnel of Goats.