It was… oooh… easily as big as big thing. But, over the other side down by the purple end there was one of those things that is a bit smaller than one of those not very big things you sometimes see advertised as not being as big as you’d think they would need to be, considering the amount of petrol it takes to ignite a member of the judiciary.
Still, as Doreen said at the time, you wouldn’t want to paint it. Frankly, I wouldn’t even want to sketch it, but then that is why I had the camera and the two rather nice-looking underdressed young ladies willing to disport themselves across various items for a small no-questions asked fee.
Back in those days though, such things were much easier than they are now. All those health and safety regulations and still our newspapers are full of reports of wallabies abandoned by the roadside and cruelly discarded wildebeests still in their original packaging. However, as I said to the VAT inspector, you won’t get that to come out in the wash.
She laughed, of course, but you mark my words (out of ten), she won’t be laughing once they get knocked out in the semi-finals again. Still, the cheese was nice.
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