Sno' fair.....

This is the road where I work, at about fourish this afternoon. Everyone had disappeared off the street - only Costa seemed to be doing a roaring trade.

Then Mr Black (I have changed his name to protect the guilty) arrived to pick up his weekly Viagra. (He callls it his 'Keepy-uppy pills'.....seriously, I'm not paid enough.)

He was all of a quiver, and asked me if I'd heard the news about the Hollywood actress who'd murdered her best friend. I said no, and asked who it was. He frowned for a moment....then his wee face lit up.

'Reece, Reece.....Reece something....'

I was feeling helpful, so I said. 'Witherspoon?'

'No,' he replied. 'with a knife!' And off he shuffled, laughing happily at his own joke.

Like I said, I'm not paid enough.......