There are few things more disconcerting, embarrassing and generally unsettling than choking on your own saliva in a quite office space.
It is an odd state of affairs to be in because, really, you can do nothing. 797 more words
Hans wandered a street in Eaten-Notthemeatenberg, a small rural city in Germanville, with his sister Gretel. The siblings were about to go trick-or-treating. They came to a house and rang the doorbell. 506 more words
“Gawd blimey guv! Is this a bleedin’ dagger I see before me?”
As far-fetched as that may sound my ickle WordPress frendzzz, the above headline is entirely factual and based on some authentic hearsay that I picked up in the gent’s toilets in The London Hospital Tavern, Whitechapel, last Saturday evening. 78 more words