The balloon's gone up
Tenerife is calling, I can see Mount Teidie,
its mighty peak steeped in volcanic ash.
Can I land there, astride a balloon,
fuelled by my ego’s hot air?
I look down to where I used to parade myself,
among my old flames on that volcanic beach,
in flip flops and Armani shorts,
wondering why I’d consigned myself to the bachelor shelf,
trying to look cool, then crying ‘Ouch!’
when the sand...
Monday 20th January 2025 6:24 pm
Beetle mania
He was the ‘comical’ artiste formerly known as Bill Bottom,
who was politely applauded at the ‘open mic’ night at Blackpool’s Dirty Blondes bar.
However, the reviews were savage, for bum jokes can only get one so far,
and he had chosen a silly pseudonym.
After critic Eric Leopard-White described Bill's act as ‘puerile,’
he set off for the English Lake District, to revive his creative spir...
Monday 20th January 2025 1:12 pm
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