Warning, Gentlemen’s Spice can make you splurt….
Doctor: Do come in, if you would just like to just remove your trousers and wait behind the screen.
Captain: Right-ho! And it’s ‘Captain’, if you don’t mind.
Doctor: Do excuse me, Captain, we are rather a quiet little community. It’s not often we have a man like yourself come to [...]
Stagehand: Curtain call, five minutes, ladies…
Doris: He wanted to put it where?
Ethel: Me back passage.
Doris: But, Ethel… That’s tiny.
Ethel: I know, that’s what I said, wouldn’t listen though. He gave it a good try and got covered in oil, the silly goose. Told him, to stick it round front.
All Rise…
Well, your ‘onour, I arrived on the corner of Brick Lane and White Chapel ‘igh street at approximately 3am on the morning of November 6th 1927. Across the road, lying on the ground face-down, was a body which I presumed to be that of a reveller who was slightly worse for wear.
Some more Gentlemen’s Spice
Asquith: You know Georgie?
Browne: Do I ? Rather! Went for a spin in that ferocious motorcar of his the other week.
Asquith: We were out around Piccadilly last Friday.
Browne: Bet it was a right hoot! Last time I was out with him, practically emptied the bar at the Strand. Next morning, woke up – [...]
Should I feel bad?
It will be irrelevant in a few hours, the sand will engulf both our wretched bodies. Christ!
Thompson bought it last night, though the sun had claimed his mind a lot earlier. He had spent most of his final hours on his stomach, just laying there resting his cheek against the sand, a miserable specimen of a man. He didn’t move or make a sound, and the only sign that marked his passing was when his eyes no longer blinked.