If anyone knows the twunt who's dumped filthy old catering oil containers all over our manor, could they perhaps encourage him to dump them in his own next time. I'm thinking a Penge kebab shop. Let's catch the blighter and boil him.
At a wedding (aged 14) I asked my Aunt Dorothy, 'Who is the bloke in the demob suit?' 'That's your Uncle Bob,' she replied with a laugh. I went as red as a bus and ran away. I think Bob must have just got out of prison because I swear I'd never seen him before.
Next time you're fiddling around with some old brasses, try mixing equal measures of flour, salt and vinegar into a paste. Spread it on and leave overnight. Scrape off the green stuff (verdigris), dub up with a bit of Brasso and Voila!
Suddenly all the ladies look magnificent where last week I'm sure they seemed a little drab. I wonder, do the ladies think that all us chaps have gone up a notch since Tuesday?
Is a fart the expulsion of gas or the BRADDAAPPP sound? If it's the latter then surely neither seagulls nor dogs can fart because they lack the requisite buttocks.
If you have the good fortune to wake up still drunk, then often the hangover can be deferred until four in the afternoon or, if you have a breakfast brandy, even the following day