Bob Lewington here again.
When I’m on the pot, I like to read a lot. It’s a man thing!
I was involved in a repossession yesterday. Sir Amethyst Yeast-Gravel had failed to pay his Council Tax. Sad to see the nobility falling on hard times.
They should take a leaf out of my cousin Terry’s book and consider armed robbery as a career option.
Anyway before I took possession of goods to the value of what Sir Yeast-Gravel owed, his noblilityness kindly allowed me to use his facilities.
You could tell he was posh because a copy of Horse and Hound was the in-store reading material.
I like horses. beautiful creatures. Legs, Necks, Tails. They’ve got the lot in my opinion. I like to spend Saturday afternoons with me mates in The Nervous Budgie supping a few pints of Beater and having a bet.
Never ridden a horse though! Saddles give me the collywobbles and just thinking about stirrups causes my rash to break out.
Where’s the Calamine lotion?
By the by, Sir Yeast-Gravel had a very nice antique Blunderbuss hanging over his living room mantelpiece, which more than covered the amount due.
Terry thinks he can find a use for it, in a sawn off, customised version.
Pimp My Musket!