POULET FAFA OR CO-OP CHICKEN KIEV – SPOT THE DIFFERENCE
To get back to Valerie. You won’t know Valerie but I expect you remember Blue John Captain of the cricket club. He’s had many a maiden –over behind the pavilion; whilst his poor wife Eileen is rushed off her feet providing high quality teas. My mother told me “never trust a hirsute man” and he has hair on every surface. We all know the sort of DVD collection he’s got in his shed pure SMUT! At least I know that all Ronald’s got in his shed is a packet of chocolate hobnobs and The Caravan Monthly!
He brought Valerie back from a business trip to Thailand. Apparently he met her over drinks in ‘The Pink Lotus Pleasure House’. Poor Eileen is devastated. Blue John insists she’s a long lost cousin. The only resemblance I can see is that they are both over 6’ and sport a 5 o’clock shadow. She wears more make-up than Carol Vordeman and you wouldn’t credit the size of her feet. She’ll do all right in the Debenhams sales there’s always large sizes left. Anyway she wore a Tahitian grass skirt, two coconuts and tried to pass off a Co-Op Chicken Kiev as a Poulet Fafa . Is it any wonder I was queasy