I went to a fancy dress party where the theme was to dress in football kits that reflected their work in ant tenuous way possible.
The first bloke I talked to was dressed in a Northampton kit. He confessed to being not a cobbler, but the next best thing, a shoe salesman
Funny, I said.
The next one I spoke to was a woman and she was dressed in a Chelsea kit. She said she worked in an old peoples home and it was related to the chelsea pensioners.
Aint heard that for ages, said I.
The third one I spoke to was a geezer in an Arsenal kit.
Ah, says I...you must be a gynacologist!
The first bloke I talked to was dressed in a Northampton kit. He confessed to being not a cobbler, but the next best thing, a shoe salesman
Funny, I said.
The next one I spoke to was a woman and she was dressed in a Chelsea kit. She said she worked in an old peoples home and it was related to the chelsea pensioners.
Aint heard that for ages, said I.
The third one I spoke to was a geezer in an Arsenal kit.
Ah, says I...you must be a gynacologist!
