A seasonal tale about a missing bishop in South London

[The Dulwich Raider]

Thought for the day: What happened after the Bishop of Southwark left Christmas drinks at the Irish Embassy?

I piece I wrote for Deserter:

http://deserter.co.uk/2014/12/im-the-bishop-of-southwark/

TDR

[Seabag]

I reckon my neighbor plays the "I'm the Bishop of Southwark" game, every now and then

He's my favourite 'twitch' and never fails to deliver

Basically, he's a pompous twit, who's usually as stiff as a yard brush. That's until he's out on 'client drink' nights, where he ends up absolutely sh*t faced, then comes back by taxi

His usually chipper wife, takes great pleasure in keeping him locked out, for a good 30 minutes. In this time he attempts gate vaults, whisper/shouting up to the top window, and often ending with him falling through the hedge. Once he's fully humiliated, she then lets him in

Next day, you'd think nothing had happened. Except it's eyes down firmly, whilst walking the dogs

Keep them coming tho, last Friday was a blinder