Saturday night saw us celebrating an ex-housemate's 20th at the 'industrial' end of town. (Industrial is a word that may also be used to describe the strength of vodka consumed.)
Mysteriously, a guitar appeared in our lounge the next day, I have a splitting headache, and Bob is nowhere to be seen. There is, however, a camera, which contains on it ample video footage of Bob claiming to be Princess Diana. Now to post it off to Denis Norden for £250.
While eating breakfast, it has also just occurred to me that Bob will never again need to buy Durex - the Pepperami wrappers should do nicely.
While eating breakfast, it has also just occurred to me that Bob will never again need to buy Durex - the Pepperami wrappers should do nicely.
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