Happy Christams Eve..

Good Morning/Evening my festive Bollockeers and a Very Happy Christmas Eve,,Sorta crept up Huh?

Gemma made it back from Canada and landed at 6am now heading our way with Dad's pressies

No doubt Hilary will be rushing round like a blue ars**d fly today but I'll be taking refuge in the kitchenwhipping up a Chinese nosh for tonite

Enjoy your Christmas Eve and have a Fffffab Christmas!!! 

 

Cheers

Prince Charles decided to take up jogging. Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner. He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain to follow. 'One hundred and fifty pounds!' she'd shout from the curb. 'No! Five pounds!' He would fire back, just to shut her up. This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd run by and she'd yell, 'One hundred and Fifty pounds! ' He'd yell back, 'Five pounds!' One day, Camilla decided that she wanted to accompany her 'husband' on his jog. As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Prince Charles realised she'd bark her £150 offer and Camilla would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings. He figured he'd better have a good explanation for his Wife. As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, he became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough, there was the hooker. He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she watched the pair jogged past. Then, from her corner, the hooker yelled: 'See what you get for five pounds, you tight bastard?!'