by Thick John
Exciting news! If you can stomach that kind of thing, obviously.
In my absence from the village, one of our local take-aways has introduced a delivery service.
Whilst we were all getting drunk and disorderly thanks to the flighty sort Henrietta putting Belm’s money to good use, local eatery Pie-hole’s (owned by Stevie Pie-Hole) has added a new string to its culinary bow.
It will now delivery your grub, free of charge (apart from a £10 handling fee) to your front door.
Here’s the delivery chap, yesterday, getting lost whilst trying to deliver some food to someone:
Pie-hole’s specialises in what it calls “urban fusion food with a twist, reflecting the rich diversity of multi-cultural Britain”.
All I know is they don’t even do chips, so I’ve never had any of their grub.
I did try and test out their delivery service, but as Pie-hole’s is next-door to my boozer (the Bedknobs & Broomsticks, the UK’s only Angela Lansbury-themed public house) they refused.
Tossers!
[Please note: There will be no sports coverage this weekend as we're still waiting for Frostbite Phil to be extradited back after an unfortunate incident with some beach volleyballists and an ice-cream seller's entire stock of white chocolate Magnums.]
