Wed Jan 01, 2020 12:04 pm
I was delighted when the debt company I owe money to said they were going to send some bay leaves round to my house.
They're absolutely my favourite herb, so I borrowed a few quid and knocked up a chicken biryani, ready to eat with them.
Imagine my shock therefore, when two fat skinhead thugs in suits turned up on my doorstep and walked off with my cooker.