A short sharp shower of filth
Posted by Reed on October 12th, 2006I was musing once again on verse encountered in childhood, and memorised without understanding. As you do, on dull afternoons when you’ve nothing better to do than count the hours between Beechams ‘Flu Powders.
My father, bless him, suffers from an utterly uncensored and unhindered connection between his mouth and his hind-brain. While perfectly able to […]
