The Whitechapel Whelk
We are a small, but perfectly formed band of satirists and smudge artists. We neither drink nor smoke. Nor indeed, do we use profanity or indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get down the pub before closing time for a few pints and half an ounce of Golden Virginia. Hopefully, I'll have enough cash left to visit the local rub 'n' tug shop later for a massage and a rattling good bunk up with a painted floozie. All The Best. Danny SoZ. Editor-in-chief
The Whitechapel Whelk 
November 12, 2017 at 4:09 am
What the actual flying fuck!
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November 12, 2017 at 4:10 am
Well, you wrote it, bruv.
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November 12, 2017 at 4:10 am
I did?
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November 12, 2017 at 4:11 am
Aye
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November 12, 2017 at 4:11 am
Fuck!
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November 12, 2017 at 10:09 am
Ran ‘a fowl’ of the law, did he!!
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November 13, 2017 at 7:09 am
Yes. Yes, I think he probably did. 🙂
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November 12, 2017 at 12:36 pm
I’m having a hard time establishing a mental image. I suppose you mean your brand of football. Unless you’ve been paying attention to the games we’ve been sending you.
Go ahead…
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November 13, 2017 at 7:11 am
Yes, our brand. You know, the one where we use our feet and dont wear silly hats 😀
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November 12, 2017 at 2:52 pm
Groaning and laughing! 😀
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November 13, 2017 at 7:13 am
So, basically, you were graughing.
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