Hanging out with the cockney mates I never had.

Last Monday night Charlie Bricker and Calostomy Bagpipe and I took a Bluetone memorial to Slight Return. Coughing up principle said he fancied a quick whirpool in Artichoke Street, but the Munchkin Luncheon wasn't 'avin' it. All was well when The TinkerBell massive arrived with Pony Fruits and Deep-Shit Cocount lauded our entry. Sandstone Bills provided some kills, and I bought the Jam. After ...