“Tell the truth and shame the devil”. That’s what my dear old Gran used to say – before the barmy pixies infiltrated her skull and all she could witter on …

Get your beak into every social group possible. That’s always been my theory. It’ll usually end up being a jolly good laugh.
Most of the time this theory holds true, but …

“She was so extraordinarily beautiful that I nearly laughed out loud. She was famine, fire, destruction and plague… the only true begetter.”
Not the words used to describe me last Friday …