Mysteries of the Deep

That’s as much money as Michael Jackson earns (almost). And all this guy has to do is turn up with a marker pen

Some bloke lived in a barrel. Someone said that life is pain. Eighty quid for a bottle of unbranded vodka – that’s pain. I’m glad I left ‘early’ to pass out without picking up the bill.

The morning arrived with a spin and a blur, and before thoughts of proceeding home in an orderly mid morning fashion had fully formulated, others roused in the household in which Ron had gained consciousness. The previous evening’s half-baked notion that clogging arteries with a Full English (breakfast that is – not a gram of