...spare a thought for cute ickle Scarydog, who today with be mostly having his bollocks cut off. Eighty quid! And just think, I know a brickie who'll do it for nothing. If anyone cares to join me for a commemorative round of golf tomorrow, you are more than welcome. Bring you own balls.
And while we're on the subject of gender confusion, the Scaryduck posse spotted yet another bad transvestite at a party on Saturday night. It being a fancy dress them (your humble narrator attending as Disco Stu, complete with studded jacket), it took Mrs Duck and I the best part of the evening to decide whether the square-jawed bruiser in a blonde wig, realistic lady-bumps and a liking for Guinness was the genuine article or not.
Conclusion: Laura Ashley season ticket holder for certain.
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