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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
February 21, 2019 at 9:33 am
Pocking myself off the floor. Too funny.
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February 21, 2019 at 3:39 pm
We very nearly didn’t bother with this one. Our graphics editor peresuaded me to publish it by promising to show me her ankle. I’m still waiting btw 😦
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February 21, 2019 at 11:43 am
Now that’s the kind of promise that gets American politicians elected to high office!
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February 21, 2019 at 3:39 pm
😀
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February 21, 2019 at 3:22 pm
Someone should build a wall around him and make him pay for it. 🙂
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February 21, 2019 at 3:40 pm
😀
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February 21, 2019 at 4:16 pm
Please don’t give our unstable genius any ideas
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