Now normally, I don’t go in for all this Christmas cheer nonsense. Free parties and drunken revellers of questionable moral integrity – perhaps, trees and baubels – perhaps not. But santarchy looks great – no one can stop 100 drunk santas…. …Looks like I’m going to have to start my own lodge in London to […]
Imagine, me, the thirteenth duke of hammersmith, in the reception of the hotel with all those pool boys. With my reputation. Having got suitably sedated for the flight home, on which Ramon had assured me would arrive in Hingerland that evening, the hotel staff looked at us with jaw-dropping disbelief. For this heroic duo, having
In the information age, drink and dial, the process of running up huge phone bills from international calls whose content you can’t recall, has become alcopops and typing. But it’s not a catchy title. Suggestions, or as Neddy would say, “Comment?”
