PATHETIC
Excuses, that's all these are. And you want gags, not excuses! So let's get right into the meaty stuff (sorry veggies.. There's a falafel alternative for you), and I guess we might as well get down to a bumper edition. How's about that?
While I was still freelancing, lunchbreaks were spent scouring towns for puns, but most days went unfulfilled. However, I spent a few days in lovely Twickenham, where I found a pair of beauties:
Quite a dangerous one this, when you're line of work most likely entails dressing up mutton, but I suppose that's the point. I should probably point out that Twickenham doesn't actually have any beaches, either. But I'm sure you knew that.
What's sad about this, is it looks like Jack's given up on the stripping business. I'm guessing he was into woodwork and not the 'Full Monty' line of work. Either way, the recession probably hit poor Jack hard.
I've had this magnet stuck to my fridge for ages, but only the otehr day did it dawn on me just how brilliant it was. Now I know it's all too easy to jump on the bandwagon to shout Nando's praises, but fly me, do they do a mean bird. And it's punorama in that joint! The people grilling the chicken have GRILLERS IN THE MIST plastered across their shirts. That's GOLD, that it. If anyone's got a photo of that it'd be much appreciated.
Another Sean (also formerly of Kingston) sent me this little one, which is as good as it's name claims. I can't vouch for how good they taste, though.
And finally, to end the snacking theme that seems to have emerged, Ryan sent me this, from the crisp packet collection of a man named Dave, which smacks of eightie's childhood so much that I almost shed a little tear for lost youth.
Ok, that's a bit melodramatic, but it is a good'un.
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