Beach Comber

I am too tired to blip at length tonight so another little cellar people one it is. It couldn't really be less fitting given that I froze me bits off cycling home tonight.

This little cellar man is called Charles Charlie Charles. He spends his days claiming he is a photographer in order to meet women.

When I was younger one of my friends did this and it pretty much always worked. Mind you it also helped that he was not an ugly.

I have only ever lied about what I did once to a girl. I said I was a biscuit designer, a few years later she married me.