Tuesday, 25 November 2014
A welcome return to my dream last night to the Chuckle Brothers, Barry and Paul. I was following them along a street as they discussed their latest movie which was called Barry Island. Paul rightly questioned as to why it was named after his brother and not him.
The conversation of course got into a 'To you, to me', exchange as they walked off along the road. I stopped following them and headed off laughing.
I was then opening my fridge and found it was full of frozen chicken eggs. I began to count them and found that there were twenty. Odd but only the eggs were frozen and the rest of the contents wasn't.
Posted by Max Walsh
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