Two hundred and twenty six years after the American Revolutionary War ended with the signing of the Treaty of Paris, my turncoat neighbor has embraced the British Empire by having a British phone booth “craned” into his freshly dug basement.
Of course you will read about this tomorrow in the "Trickhart’s Blog Of Yesterday’s News”.
If that daft wanker invites me over to share a fag with a stonking banger and yorkshire pudding I am using “Big Red” as a loo to drop a bloody shite faster than you can say, “Bob’s your uncle!”
Cheerio!
- C Smith
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