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Theodore Buckwheat, drama teacher from their schooldays 12 years ago. 'Hey lads, is all good? I have a play in need of two actors..' 'How much..?', asked Aaron, money being a source of fascination and interest, for him ,ever since he was knee high to a baby mouse, ' only, you may think we....

croquet, a game best suited to people of an affable, detached, philosophical bent. Aaron rolled the ball with less effort,

a man of erudite,nay , scholarly, dimensions, and a man of the world, to boot, responded, 'such is the lot of they who deign to stay upright in the face of adversity, momma; some deign, others feign, and for me, your 1st born, it is a matter of grave honour, that I , Gravalicious , deign , never feign..after all, life is more than a collection of....ahem..grote....errrm..interesting pot plants, art works, and assorted ephemera one might find in the environs of any averagely well appointed public house,especially, one muses, privately at least,a house , either of the drunken ,semi literate masses, or even, one may muse, an abode tinged by allegations of ill repute, where lascivious passions consume the ones sad enough....

her love for black, Goth style clothing, vampire Goth literature, nose piercings, and a liberal dose of imagination. In fact, her husband, Beaufort R. Knapsack, a British library librarian, had established from Wikipedia that Gravalicious meant, in Tudor England, 'gravelly, in or of, gravel; a hearty riposte to those of a liberal, mealy mouthed, craven or cowardly disposition, rock solid.' As a result, first born Gravalicious, of slim and slender aspect, accentuated by a minor shortening of the right leg after an accident where a toaster flew off....

spot for reading Middlemarch, eating beef pasties, and tooting on a fine Gauloise cigar. Not that it really mattered, since his brother, Gravalicious K. Knapsack, was ambling, unconcerned, down Jezmond Street, past the shop where....

When Aaron Knapsack, duty bartender, saw the mess left by the local Theosophists in Room 4, he decided to do a spot of recreational.....

he will join the navy and go to Cyprus. I am off for a beer..bye. The end.

royally ethical endeavour. A fitting finale, mused I, to

are you faffing with there, mean sprite? If you try

never got the chance to sit with me and learn a few finer points of matrimonial harmony, such a shame', declared daddy, as I filmed him telling it...

zillions, dear one, hidden away in the attic in Millford Rd.'What number?' '76. Call in for beef stew and dumplings one day..' At the door was a small, insignificant female, mousy, erudite. 'Elfreeda darling do ..' 'Oh Reggie..how long it' s been since the time we went behind Mrs Flowers' back to take a boat to Henley on Thames, eating cream buns and .....

amaze..' A knock on Major Flowers' door. A sigh, a crumpled flurry of ill fitting blue suit, pink tie and orange braces, these last having been purchased, on the never never , or a promise of stronger spectacles to an eyeless statue, whichever one assumes best describes the situation; ie, an elderly, fading has been army man, allegedly loaded, decides to go 'prole' and scuttles around Tottenham, looking for chic designer names relegated to charity; ' go on Elfreeda', said Flowers, one Tuesday lunch, curtains drawn ,' throw a touch of mud on my lapel, they'll never twig how much brass....

that I am incapable of producing aforementioned Sophie, one of a long and distinguished lineage of Revoltings, of course we are now Revolting Flowers, so double barrelled, so you?' 'Flowers Revolting, old bean, Flowers..

you are royalty, as you aren't actually able...to show a sign of regality.. your long suffering daughter, in throes of debt via the cattery, the Tory induced cost of living crisis...' 'Stop right there old boy...now, me and Rosalyn's mother, we once knew a Bhutanese royal called Sprig o' Thistree, and he solemnly blessed us in a tree hut in Sikkim, telling us we possess....

Russian literature, although Dostoyevsky is great, suffers from an aura of misery and poverty.

deny her the request, though it certainly struck me that it was not impossible for her to press his number on the keypad of her phone. After being sat there for hours, I toddled off home,my mind filled with images of China, Iran, Argentina, Dolomites, Burkina Faso, Bangladesh, and North Macedonia. The latest book I was perusing was fantastic, being Women Travel, a Rough Guide special. The rebellious nature of the women within the pages, made me proud; after all, a bloke who loathes rules meets a book where the protagonists do, is a match made in heaven. Two strong cuppas later, a hard day's work was ended and I lay on the sofa, Man United v Barcelona on the tv , me asleep , the world, I think, at peace. The drrrrrrrinnnnggg of the phone at 11pm , was Rosie, who asked if I had ☎️ rung daddy to relay the great news. 'Aaaahhh, poor gent was asleep, I tried several times', I said, believing she'd never know the selfish truth, and, after all, it....

to the canteen, I had spud soufflé, potato pie, vegan cheeze sarnies and a pear. I went to check on Rosie plus little Sophie, her wispy jet black hair and little black eyes so gorgeous, it was all......

Sophie, in honour of the lovely PC Quinn, who, by the way, established that, ' thank God you aren't having quins'.' Such humour, such gay abandon, such a time...of philosophical endeavour,,quiet reflection on the ills of the world, mixed

I was in a hospital bed, next to Rosie in her maternity bed, and she was holding the most petite bundle of joy......

a female was in distress, occasioned by labour, ( hold your horses, all you who cry ,' by the Tories', since you are wrong, as I mean pregnancy, not our esteemed government. ) 'PC Quinn, urgent ambulance 🚑 for Rosie Revolting -Flowers, she's in labour.' Rosie told me to get ready to lift her from the abandoned taxi, but PC Aclown declared,

PC Sophie Quinn, and PC Iam Aclown, were marching to McDonalds to buy nutritious, wholesome food, when one of them saw a commotion

stop being a wet behind the ears, lily livered wimp for Jove' sake, and get me to a bladdy labour ward..' Our alert taxi driver, Sarfraz, zoomed warily and at speed of light through some grimy, grotty, gruesome streets, with bookmakers, loan shark offices, and takeaways offering stewed Assyrian soup with crusty dry bread, and , finally, he pulled up outside a grotty office. 'Well sir, here we are..only Labour ward left in our capital now Reform have taken over..' 'Christ blaze humanity in fire and soak it in flood, how blithering an imbecile must you be, I am having a sprog here....aaaaaaahhhhh", declared Rosalyn, her sweet

I telephoned ☎️ Russell Fillmycoffers, head of Blooming Babies nursing homes. This man was an ex gym member at my gym, we spent many an hour slugging tea and reminiscing about the girls we both dated at Uni . After the frightful service at the maternity home, I said to his answer machine ,'Johnny Revolting needs help here , we had the most obscenely gross harridan, a nurse not identified by name, but the one with a pet lip, treating my wife like a piece of faeces, ring me...' Well, what an.....

Gorgeous name. Beautiful boy. ❤️

Adorable boy . ❤️ What's his name?