The wife and I have both created a hypothetical list of five people we would love to sleep with if we ever got the chance. (The chance being either ‘zero’ or ‘zilch’) She’s picked Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Cruise, Harry Styles and Johnny Depp. I’ve gone for: Her younger sister, her second cousin, her best friend Felicity, our next-door neighbour's missus, or beautiful Brenda Baxter from the Broadbottom Butty Bar, known as the girl with the breathtaking baps. That’s when the fight started
!Yesterday, I was driving down Scropton Street and I thought I saw the singer Van Morrison in my rearview mirror; however, upon further inspection, it was a Morrisons Van. Luckily, I was on my way to Specsavers.
It was the same last weekend, as I peered out of my front window, I was certain that I spotted Suggs walking past my house. Could this be the first sign of Madness?
Church Notice: When you enter this church, it may be possible that you hear ‘The Call of God.’ However, it is most unlikely that He will call you on your mobile phone, so thank you for turning off your phones. If you want to talk to God, enter a quiet corner and speak with Him. If you want to see him, then send Him a text while driving….
I tried to walk like an Egyptian yesterday, now I need to see a Cairo practitioner.
Fascinating Fact: Even if your house burned down, Royal Mail will still put a Farmfoods leaflet through your melted letterbox.
Barmy Albert and Willy Eckerslyke were sauntering down Elephant Lane when they saw a stunning woman in a first-floor window, blowing kisses at them. Albert exclaims, "Hey, look at that! That woman is blowing kisses at me!" Willy sez: "Just ignore her. She’s an attention seeking narcissist." The voluptuous woman then gestures for him to come up to her council flat. Albert is besotted! He tells Willy, "Did you see that? She's infatuated with me!" Willy insists, "Albert, don't go up there!" Albert asks, "Why not? Why don't you want me to go see her?" Willy pleads, "Dude, just listen to me. Don't go!" Albert blanks him and sprints into the council block. The stunning woman seductively slinks down to greet him and they go up to her flat. Just as they are about to get into bed, they hear a car horn parping outside. The woman looks out the window and shouts: "OH NO! It’s my husband!" "Gadzooks!" Albert exclaims. "Don't worry," she says, pointing to a large pile of clothes. "I'll just tell him you're the new housekeeper. Here, start ironing these clothes." Because the husband stays home, Barmy Albert spends the entire day ironing. The very next day, Albert goes to Willy’s house and tells him the whole sad episode. "You won't believe what happened. Her husband came home, and to avoid suspicion, she had me iron a huge pile of clothes. I was stuck there ironing all day!" "I told you not to go," sighs Young Willy. "Let me tell you about all those clothes you spent all day ironing? I washed them the day before!" If Non-Stick Nora finds out, there’ll be ructions!
Top Tip: Brighten your day and cheer yourself up at the next funeral you attend by hiding a twenty quid note in your black suit.
RIP Ricky Hatton. He was a regular reader of this column, and we had many a chortle together on the after-dinner circuit. A true champ. There'll never be another.
It was the same last weekend, as I peered out of my front window, I was certain that I spotted Suggs walking past my house. Could this be the first sign of Madness?
Church Notice: When you enter this church, it may be possible that you hear ‘The Call of God.’ However, it is most unlikely that He will call you on your mobile phone, so thank you for turning off your phones. If you want to talk to God, enter a quiet corner and speak with Him. If you want to see him, then send Him a text while driving….
I tried to walk like an Egyptian yesterday, now I need to see a Cairo practitioner.
Fascinating Fact: Even if your house burned down, Royal Mail will still put a Farmfoods leaflet through your melted letterbox.
Barmy Albert and Willy Eckerslyke were sauntering down Elephant Lane when they saw a stunning woman in a first-floor window, blowing kisses at them. Albert exclaims, "Hey, look at that! That woman is blowing kisses at me!" Willy sez: "Just ignore her. She’s an attention seeking narcissist." The voluptuous woman then gestures for him to come up to her council flat. Albert is besotted! He tells Willy, "Did you see that? She's infatuated with me!" Willy insists, "Albert, don't go up there!" Albert asks, "Why not? Why don't you want me to go see her?" Willy pleads, "Dude, just listen to me. Don't go!" Albert blanks him and sprints into the council block. The stunning woman seductively slinks down to greet him and they go up to her flat. Just as they are about to get into bed, they hear a car horn parping outside. The woman looks out the window and shouts: "OH NO! It’s my husband!" "Gadzooks!" Albert exclaims. "Don't worry," she says, pointing to a large pile of clothes. "I'll just tell him you're the new housekeeper. Here, start ironing these clothes." Because the husband stays home, Barmy Albert spends the entire day ironing. The very next day, Albert goes to Willy’s house and tells him the whole sad episode. "You won't believe what happened. Her husband came home, and to avoid suspicion, she had me iron a huge pile of clothes. I was stuck there ironing all day!" "I told you not to go," sighs Young Willy. "Let me tell you about all those clothes you spent all day ironing? I washed them the day before!" If Non-Stick Nora finds out, there’ll be ructions!
Top Tip: Brighten your day and cheer yourself up at the next funeral you attend by hiding a twenty quid note in your black suit.
RIP Ricky Hatton. He was a regular reader of this column, and we had many a chortle together on the after-dinner circuit. A true champ. There'll never be another.
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