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Latest news from the Jac drunken file – Walking home from the pub last night, he actually FELL ASLEEP. In mid-walk. Apparently, the first thing he knew was when the bus stop stepped up and hit him…

World Cup Fever is among us, and Simon H is no exception. He booked into a hotel last night, and this morning all he had to do was wander downstairs, grab a beer and sit down in front of the TV screen.
Incredible.

Golly, what a corking day!

Last night, TGI Fridays beckoned for us lot, and jolly good it was too. My immaculate, if accidental, comedy timing loomed again as I examined some chicken wings that my neighbour was eating. “Christ alive, Nicki,” I said, “there’s hardly any meat on that”. Just at that moment, an extremely undernourished young woman walked past, heard my comments, turned and ran back out the door, tears in her eye.

The poor thing. Coupled with my other table neighbour asking at the same moment if there was anywhere he could stick his bone – a chicken one, of course – I laughed so hard my asthma rekindled itself…