Better out than in
July 29th, 2006Ahoy maties, ’tis Captain turdspie, heave up ‘n heave to, better out than in. Thought it was high tide we dipped the alcoholic arachnid in the ‘quink’ and propellor penned him across the manilla.
Way back in 2002, Captain M. Stanshall, aka Stinker, was a regular contributor to the letters' page of a local Leigh-on-Sea rag. Read here how month after month he would grapple with the thorny issues of the day in his celebrated series of correspondence with the Leigh Times.
Fast forward four years and the Captain's now living in France; read here the first in a new series of articles - Captain Stanshall's French Letters.
Ahoy maties, ’tis Captain turdspie, heave up ‘n heave to, better out than in. Thought it was high tide we dipped the alcoholic arachnid in the ‘quink’ and propellor penned him across the manilla.
No decent Essex Man would fly hordes to a Sardinian yacht and have a bespectacled poof tinkle the ivories on his special day.
Hello am Yuri from Urks in Urkrania twinned with Vange. My family live in goatmeat refrigerator lorry in transit camp.
Sir,
Recent correspondence regarding dog deposit, highlights a most unsavoury matter.
Sir,
What am I? I’ve got heavy metal skin, there’s pictures on me and I don’t work?
Sir,
Aviation is still in it’s infancy, looping the loop, landing and taking off when full of paraffin can be dangerous. Spectators at the impending air show, some eating local fried food are blatantly dicing with death.