Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Thursday 1st December 2011 at 8:48 am
Gloria you’ve become truly radicalised, haven’t you? Watch for the knock on the door in the middle of the night, the men in black scuttling around the corner of your road, private ambulances with smoked glass idling on tickover outside your door, instalment plans on direct debit mysteriously appearing on your bank account, waking up wearing a nylon, pink ruffed nightgown. Oh, wait a minute..
Thursday 1st December 2011 at 7:57 am
He has allies – great whites, blue-ringed octopuses, box jellyfish, rips and undertows and good old human folly. And yet we do all love to be beside the seaside, don’t we? So bog off, old Rattlebones!
Maybe Rupert glimpsed a particular kind of lethal shark that haunts these shores offering instalment plans, over-priced and anonymised branches…I think we should rename the firm as “Jaws.”
Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 8:27 pm
I thought I glimpsed something out there..
Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 8:07 pm
He’s not even got a floppy hat on.
Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 7:44 pm
I hope he’s wearing sunscreen.
Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 7:04 pm
He’s a bugger, isn’t he?
Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 7:03 pm
Death … always sneaking up on people.