Steamy Knees
Some time ago I wrote about a certain den of vice, iniquity and hand-jobs that stood at the end of the street I used to work on.
Four years on, and the most hits I get on this blog are from searches on the name of that very same establishment.
On an entirely unrelated note, tonight we're going to visit my mum in hospital. She's just had one of her knees replaced with an artificial one. Whether it will enable her to sprint at super-speeds and leap thirty feet into the air remains to be seen.
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My hips are feeling a bit achy.
Tell her that a new knees only good for ten years. That should cheer her up.
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garfer, at 1:11 AM
She'll be fast, leaner, stronger...
I lived opposite a knocking shop in Brighton some years ago. You'd see furtive men day and night darting from their cars into this basic house and then 45 mins later leisurely stroll back to their cars... Nice.
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Herge Smith, at 12:09 AM
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