It’s like being the spastic beginner in a step aerobics / boxercise / tai bo class. You don’t have a chance of following the moves of the person in front though. Because she’s the nutter who is doing skipping tricks while she’s waiting to start the class – spinning the rope beneath her three times […]
They use Coca-cola to clear up blood from the highway. Just one fizzy drink makes me feel great, like Tony. Two makes me giggle. Three makes me shake and tremble. It was after just one drink that I found the Evil Gerald though, and it made me tremble and giggle. It’s like the Onion only
I don’t know what happened, I swear I hadn’t even thought of them since the start of September. But it just happened. I went into the Co-op on Friday, under the guise of buying an Evening Standard, and without knowing why, I turned left at the first aisle, and stopped in front of the “Snack
