Monthly Archives: October 2009

27. Minty Throne

Whenever I see Minty I hide. Or walk the other way. Or pretend I’m in a real hurry. I never am, by the way. Minty is a nice bloke, but I don’t like him. Can’t stand him, in fact. Minty … Continue reading

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26. Pott Poo Ree

The compressor room is very loud. The compressor room is very hot. The compressor room is so packed with machinery that it’s difficult to move in there. The compressor room is not a place you want to be working. Troll … Continue reading

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25. A big fat one

“Didn’t think much to the airline, Lucifer…” “What are you on about, Scorcher? What airline?” “I’ve been away. On holiday. Didn’t you miss me?” “No. Not really. Where did you go?” “Nashville, Tennessee. It were great. Didn’t think much to … Continue reading

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24. The Whistle.

That same, familiar whistle. I hear it every working day. Five, sometimes six days a week. For twenty years. The sort of whistle used to attract your attention. The sort of whistle that, when heard, makes you look up, see … Continue reading

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23. Sid’s Snake

Sid was depressed. His dick had had a little stroke. No, he hadn’t been yanked off by Ronnie Corbett. His cock had suffered a spaz attack. It had forgotten how to piss. It had forgotten how to get hard. It … Continue reading

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22. Vinegar Stroke.

I’ve just been to the canteen. Fish butty, banana, apple, can of coke, if you must know. Anyhow, guess who was there? Bog Wanker. He got chips and a Muller light. Strange combination. Anyway, he’s hogging the condiments. First it’s … Continue reading

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21. What was in the wardrobe, Coffin-Nail?

I couldn’t figure out how he was still alive. Coffin-Nail liked his fags. They didn’t like him. Maybe it was because he kept setting fire to them. He was a skeleton covered in parchment, his tattoos looking like signs on … Continue reading

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