Monthly Archives: December 2010

One Hundred & Sixty Five.

Nice work slick. Outsmarted and then wounded by a soft drink. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Sixty Four.

It would also be remiss of me to fail to mention the presence of a man in the third row that was wearing a gorilla outfit. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Sixty Three.

Most of December had been spent dealing with comedy nights that had been invaded by office parties. My last gig would be an office party that had been invaded by a comedy night. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Sixty Two.

The Borough’s coffee came with a miniature mince pie. As minor victories go, this made my day. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Sixty One.

I felt like the POW that had tunnelled under the fence and was busy sprinting for the cover of nearby woodland. That single gunshot could ring out at any moment. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Sixty.

They quaff away in an attempt to keep up with their peers and rapidly get to the point where they’ve drunk away their social skills, self-awareness and ability to accurately judge the volume of their own speech. Continue reading

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One. (A special festive guest blog from Alex Boardman)

“Why do they call you Ringer?” I asked and immediately wished I hadn’t. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Fifty Nine.

Would this be like From Dusk ‘Til Dawn with less fangs and more sportswear? I reminded myself of where the exit was. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Fifty Eight.

I hypothesised that every single person in the room had something from Trego Mills that was going to be rewrapped and despatched to an unsuspecting relative or friend. Continue reading

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One Hundred & Fifty Seven.

These heat-sinks for human feeling are generally male and if they were any other species than human they’d probably be too busy rubbing their scent glands on the furniture to pay attention. Continue reading

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