As Samson demonstrated, going bald ruins lives.
Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?”
“Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
If you still persist in writing, “Good food at it’s best”, you deserve to be struck by lightning, hacked up on the spot and buried in an unmarked grave.
Next door but one is Quinlan Broddle, a Viceroy with a fear of gardens. So much so that he sold his garden to Virgin Atlantic and his erstwhile front lawn is now a runway where miniature helicopters and packets of crisps undertake sorties to 1940’s Dresden where they have made several dozen unsuccessful attempts to rescue the Quaker Oats man, who is being held captive by the SS on the basis that his hair looks like ice cream.
I love making observations. That one is a classic example.
A funny yet interesting read, Will Self knowa his stuff and must do a lot of deep research.
You failed -your fart was not silent, my nose heard it’s deafening noise.
The nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her