I'm Not Getting a Prince Albert!

You can never quite tell where some of the bullshit that emits from our mouths actually originates. Most of the Firm would no doubt blame me for it and they are probably right to a certain degree. So, how did we ended up in the Donna Rachele discussing Prince Albert piercings on the trip back from Gosport? Well read on my son...

Stupid Cupid

Valentines morning in the Totter household.
"Do you fancy going to Sutton United this afternoon sweetheart?"
Mrs Totts; "Er, why?."
"Because its free for the ladies, and you're worth it."
Mrs Totts; "Fuck right off."
Who said romance was dead?

Going Krazy in Katzenjammers

It was only meant to be a simple trip to Essex. Get in, get out and be home for tea. But, like most Gandermonium trips, it didn't quite go as planned. You all know what we can be like and the things that we get up to but on this trip we took it to another level. So lets start this tale from the message I received informing that I, the Duke, was going to be in charge.

Bad Irish Whiskey

Amazing the difference a couple of weeks makes. The last time I got to scribble stuff and bore you all to death, it was for the Merstham Surrey Cup game. Which if you were there or merely read my well balanced, quality reportage on it, you'd know didn't quite go as planned. In the same sort of way that Napoleon's invasion of Russia could be said to have not gone quite as planned.