total gunge that is PlanetThanet.....a festering carbunkle on the right buttock of Kent. However Plod had a soft spot for the area, on account of.......
where he had to have his history lessons after the great gales of '63 blew the roof off his classroom; he vaguely recalled the Romans called it Tanatus, reminding him of the tinnitus he thought he had suffered after Sergeant Stan took him to a Black Sabbath gig and left him in front of the speakers...
umbilical aesthetics, shortly to be the subject of a new postgraduate degree course at the Philosophy Department of the University of Numpshire, as an extension of their regular seminars on navel-gazing ...
earlobe twiddling and eyebrow ruffling, termed collectively the Dolly Daydreaming Masterclass, counting as four modules towards a Diploma in Introspective Manipulation, or DIM ...
obfuscation worthy of the Circumlocution Office in that book by Carly Dickins, 'Little Wimmen' or something like that"; Plod was neither a deep nor accurate thinker, easily confused when he thought that words like "codswallop" were a warning that fish puns were about to break out again, and was near to panic ...
.., as he always was when the situation looked like a Rolling Goat Fck. Quite apt since Pan was the God who frightened goats, whereas fish are tradionally scared by....
ck. Quite apt since Pan was the God who frightened goats, whereas fish are tradionally scared by....
