Quantum of Solace / October 22 2008
Frightening bruiser Kev was in the corner shop on Princess Avenue today when I went in to buy a pint of milk. ‘Come in for your porno mags?’ was his charming question.
‘Ha ha ha! I don’t buy porno mag . . . pornographic magazines.’
‘Oh yes you do.’
The fact that there was a strikingly handsome Asian [...]
A Load of Cobblers / May 29 2008
On our afternoon walk yesterday, I noticed that the BNP office on the High Street has been transformed into a lovely little florist shop called Cobbler’s Flowers.
I was just telling Audrey how delighted I was when Kev the hard-man-fascist-bully-boy-skinhead-twat came out of the betting shop next door vigorously scratching his testicles – either that or [...]
Beast Before Beauty / January 9 2008
‘After you, Kev,’ I said. ‘Age before beauty.’
In something of a generous gesture, I held the door and motioned for Kev – a frightening hard man of the village who sometimes (in words of less than one syllable) says good morning to me when Audrey and I encounter him and his twitching Rottweiler on the [...]
