For five nights only...

"I checked the time, it was almost time..."

Because I am eye-bleedingly bored and need a break.

It's time for the SAS stun grenade of sarcasm to be tossed casually through the embassy window of complacency.

For the coiled turd of irreverence to be deposited onto the astrakhan carpet of opinion.

For the dropped stitch in beer's rich tapestry to fray again.

For five nights only, starting tonight.

Scoop's back. And he's wearing a knitted merkin.

"I should question, not ignore"


  1. I don't follow. In what way has Ron been pressuring you?

  2. Ron's been making a curious smell. I told him those kippers were past their best.