Thursday 28 March 2013
The lure of the bloody awful
This is going to be about William Le Queuex and one of his many, many crap novels The Voice From The Void
Wednesday 27 March 2013
Piss-headedness above and beyond the call of duty
Back on 13 March, I was lucky enough to be witness to some A1 classic alkie shenanigans in Withington Sainsbury's Local.
A scruffy alcoholic bleeder in a Helly Hansen jacket had been cornered by four of the hulking great security goons over near the red wine cabinet. They were bollocking him for opening one of the sherry bottles and swigging from it.
Without batting an eye, he told them they couldn't put the bottle back on the shelf because he'd pissed in it.
"Whyever did you do such a disgusting thing?" one of the guards demanded to know.
"Well," came the reply, "what do you expect when you don't even provide a customer toilet?"
They were widdling themselves as they threw him out!
A scruffy alcoholic bleeder in a Helly Hansen jacket had been cornered by four of the hulking great security goons over near the red wine cabinet. They were bollocking him for opening one of the sherry bottles and swigging from it.
Without batting an eye, he told them they couldn't put the bottle back on the shelf because he'd pissed in it.
"Whyever did you do such a disgusting thing?" one of the guards demanded to know.
"Well," came the reply, "what do you expect when you don't even provide a customer toilet?"
They were widdling themselves as they threw him out!
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