A tale of sordid washing habits, frogs and dead dogs.

Like on most sunny Sunday afternoons in suburban Kent, you just don’t expect ninjas…

Staring at the beautiful view that she awoke to every morning, she dragged herself out of the warm cocoon of her double bed and wrapped her body in an oversized dressing gown. Almost jumping from the height of her bed, she sauntered to her windows, sunlight streaming through…

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Drunk story - possibly one of those ‘had to be there’ moments but still amusing if you weren’t!

Down the fairground with an aging teddy boy, goldfish in a bag and a fishwife lothario.

Possibly libelous third party story sourced from an unreliable dope dealer involving someone famous and some monkey business.

A story from my past about a little girl with a unstoppable positive outlook on life and its beautiful faults

my ideas of what a memory is

I’m sure some of you will have heard this story, but I like telling it, so tough.I do like a good radio phone in competition, the chance to embarass myself on national radio is all a boy could ask for. For example, I once called up Keith Chegwin to tell him the answer to a riddle was "’cos he had the hump"…