It’s almost the witching hour of Hallowe’en, or Halloween as some of you might write it. The pubs are still in serious danger – not from ghosts, or ghouls, or witches, but from ridiculous, unfounded (i.e., not based on any scientific FACTS!) acts of stupidity from overpaid, under-worked bureaucrats that have probably never poured a pint in their lives before, let alone done a full days shift in a pub!
Our campaign to save the pubs with our silly Santa song, “I Got P*$$ed with Santa Claus” by Tone Def Tony is still gaining momentum – albeit very slowly! Thanks for all your help and support, here’s something a little different… a poem for Hallowe’en, but Christmas related… you be the judge!
FATHER CHRISTMAS’S FIRST THOUGHTS AFTER DISCOVERING MRS. CLAUS HAD BEEN HAVING CONSECUTIVE AFFAIRS WITH ALL THE ELVES IN THE WORKSHOP, AND POTENTIALLY SOME OF THE REINDEER!
Ho, ho, ho…!