“Anyone got any ciggies? I’m dying for a burn!”
Here’s one I wrote a little earlier that will almost certainly bring the ubiquitous death threats from the fragrant, lady members of The Bronte’s Appreciation Society. Sorry girls but I’m afraid it had to be done 🙂
It’s not as dire as the singing buoy skit I foisted upon you the other day but it runs it pretty damn close I don’t mind telling you! 🙂
Warning: Contains heaving bosoms, men in tight riding breeches and the odd spelling mistake.
Clivey Dee, 19.