Friday, April 16

snow job

At the same time as they're forecasting more snow next week, my radiation burns have got sunburnt to buggery. If this is balance, you can keep it.

Phoned the old dear just now.

OD: "He's dead in the bed beside me, please come immediately!"

Me: "Can I speak to him?"

OD: "Yes, here he is"

Him: "Allo mate, 'ow are ya?"


  1. Albert? That's actually quite funny in a sad kind of way. I suppose the volcanic dust might strand you in Blighty forever. Hotboy

  2. Albert? Why didn't you tell him you were dead as well? Hotboy

  3. Hotters, because the voices listenng in might have overheard.