This morning I packed up my togs and jandals and snuck away from the never ending demands of being one of the foremost visionaries of the 21st century to my little hideaway bach in a top secret location!
Can you imagine my delight when I realised my favourite holiday neighbour had the same idea?!!
7pm at the Mash & Barrel? Donât worry Iâll wear a cunning disguise so my groupies donât disturb our intellectual discourse!
The man destroyed one of my caravans, and yet somehow I am once again forced to endure him during what is supposedly my holiday.
My real nemesis was clearly not International Rescue. It is whatever imbecile at Haven Holidays allows this fool to continue caravan ownership after a series of unforgivable incidents!
Fischler. A pleasure as always. May I suggest a joint activity? Archery perhaps?















