Woke up with a jar of mustard in my pocket. A ticket to an adventure, English-style.
“Got any ketchup mate?”
“Help yourself”
“No thanks, I’ve got mustard! Eh heh heh”
“Oi oi savaloy – fancy a dip in this love?”
“Piss off you cheeky sod”
“Mate - she was as keen as
Threw it through a window in the end.
