Got to go home for tea after work, then round up the kids and drive down the 27 through the horrors of Worthing to God's own City. At around NINE I shall crack open a nice bottle of VINO, then perhaps later on, raid my Dad's stash of MALT whisky.
In fairness, that was badly worded. I really should have put;
'the horrors of the 27 through Worthing'
The HORRORS bit did refer to the traffic, rather than the fine town of Worthers and its DENIZENS.
Working from home today, so instead of the horrors of the Victoria line in the Friday afternoon rush hour, I shall be slurping my first pint in the Round Georges at about 1735
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I`m off to the Offington roundabout to throw rotten fruit and veg at any car passing carrying Hampshire plates.
That's my local that is!
Are you that weird HOBO, we used to see round there?
No I`m another weirdo Hans. Are you talking about Horace the monacled , spatted, plus four weirdo of the eighties.
No I`m another weirdo Hans. Are you talking about Horace the monacled , spatted, plus four weirdo of the eighties.
Yes. That's just how I pictured you.
I always thought he was known as Burlington Bertie!I give you Horace or Questions as Hans might have it.