Oh my dearest readers, have I not just been the worst of father-figures? Leaving you out in this wretched cold to shivver away, with not a sniff of a post for weeks! Apologies just seem pathetic. Mainly because I swanned off to the delicious climates of Thailand, and found precisely 0:00 minutes to update you or to even find a Thai pun (which are unsurprisingly skimpier than a Chinese desert menu).
A bucketload of sorrys for you all, and by way of some kind of offering, my good friend,
Constable Munns has bailed me out with a trio of belters which might just begin to quench your thirst. Two of which spice up the old "Which kind of company puns the most?" debate, as you'll no-doubt spot:

The first, Ian suggest as "poor", which might be a bit brash, but we've certainly seen better, eh?

This one is much better! If only because it's so beautifully subtle that people probably won't even spot it! I suppose there's the chance some may be confused as to whether the store is actually closing down, too. Maybe it's a spelling error! No, surely? The people of
Reading aren't
that daft.

..and finally. And WHAT a finally.
Su Pollard must get free do's at this place in
Mitcham, but I suppose at least she doesn't have too much to work with.
'Til next time campers!
(Which I promise will be sooner!)