Wednesday, 29 April 2009
This Week at Sack Posset Hall
We have sworn off poppers, for good this time. We are getting up in the dead of night to eat Bernard Matthews’ Golden Drummers. We find they taste better when you are squatting. We are gearing up for Eurovision. We are unnerved by the way a coat hung up in the window of the door of the house over the road looks like a man-sized dolphin, staring at us. We are dreaming of jelly.