What a tune, that is!

Chris Gulp gives a signal every time he lies.

Give it some welly, Kev!

Did that in Russia in the 80s. Bought the whole counter. Regret it to this day as I binned the lot on the way out apart from a couple of pastries. Selfish knob.

No. I did follow you but thought you were Live, Laugh, Fuck you and all you believe in.

Nowt. My wife does it. I think it looks right natty.

I pop back occasionally to TwiX from time to time. I’m bombarded with ads which have absolutely no relevance to me. Septic tank cleaning, farm products, Bitcoin shite. His advertisers must think their ads are hitting home. Blocking them makes no difference. Desperation.

I once visited a factory which produced ‘adult items’. Quite a sight to see the machinists sewing kinky garments, assembling bondage gear and a small team of ladies trimming huge dildoes as they came out of the moulds.

Beware the use of the word ‘dear’. Scam

Dunno. I once accepted the offer of a peripatetic Hugsman. He was clearly overexcited by the success of his enterprise. It ended in a minor tussle to disengage. Caveat emptor!

My favourite bit is where William pushes Harry into the dog bowl.

Is that Keats’ Ode to Alnmouth you’re quoting, there?

You too, Joe! Keep warm!

At least it’s not A Place in the Sun, where they expect 4 bedrooms, a 50m pool, 10 metres to the beach, a jacuzzi, outdoor bar and kitchen and 4 acres of land for 75 grand!

The other four aren’t far behind, either.