I've had wind all day. Casually sat on the corner of my mates desk and slipped a crippler out n walked away he he
I don't wish to be accused of being crude - perish the thought, but I must share the following: I've had a jippy tummy for a few days and I've been hovering at a 5 or 6 on the old Bristol Stool Chart - never quiet hitting the heights of a 7 but, you know, enough to splatter the bowl in an unusual pattern. Anyway, I arrived at one of our premises this morning and felt the need to tootle the rear trumpet so nipped into an empty office and raised the leg to alleviate the pressure drop. With a muttered 'More tea, Vicar?', I vacated said room and went to bid a cheery greeting to various colleagues, admired and despised alike. Twenty-five minutes later found me re-entering said office in the presence of several high flying but odious work types. Many comments were made about the state of the drains, the need to get the Aircon serviced and do the caretakers never check the heating ducts for dead rodents? Twenty- five minutes though. That's world class lingering, n'est-ce pas?
Bloody 'Ell Ern - that graphic description may even beat some of Salvador Dali's visual depictions of the subject matter. A noble piece prize in the offing methinks . Let us know when & where the Gala event is taking place.
