When I worked at Bally shoe whorehouse down Hall Road we used to spend Friday's envelope

in the Tuckswood. That was a bit dodgy.

When we were feeling flash we went to the Lakenham Cock, and sat outside by the river with all the ducks, GEESE, and chickens. I didn't feed chicken from my sandwich to a chicken. That would have been wrong.

Posted By: APB, Oct 18, 17:41:16