I love it, a time for religious reflection, Chunky Kit Kat eggs, morality, the old fashioned values of what Easter is all about, wind-up bunnies and Dr Who not this commercialised junket in which we have found ourselves unceremoniously embroiled within. And a great opportunity to eat (and roll in) shit, obviously. I also managed to shovel down a couple of dozen seasonal rabbit droppings whilst out on the morning sojourn with cousin Paddy this morning, or M&M's as we call them. Jesus wasn't too keen on them, they kept slipping through the holes in his hands, apparently. Pooh count: a devout six. Shabba.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...