If you lot had taken the time to look outside in the yard where the empties go, I have set up an area for a weekend festival I am calling Gopherbury, the reason being that by late Sunday I bet you will all be stinking as much as our beloved Gordon. I did wash the wig by the way but the ferret smell made it rank very quickly in the sun, anyway it's my wig and if I want to keep its ginger hue by storing it in the urinals overnight I think that is my business.
Festival rules needed as I've provided the venue and hung up the silver jubilee bunting I found in the cupboard and the old and possibly dangerous Christmas tree lights
Royal Mail threatens to stop deliverys over dog attacks


. I have a friend of a friend of a friend who knows Ken Dodd and he only demands £5 a night plus a quick flickround with a tickling stick, and a packet of pork scratchings




