Dear Mr Mango Pickles,
My husband has recently recovered from a bout of testicular
cancer. While I was grateful for the efforts of the hospital in saving
his life, I am now looking for help from alternative medicine to get
him back to full health. Can you recommend something to both help him
recover physically and to enhance his spiritual well-being, which has
suffered greatly?
Name and address
supplied.
Dear Helen,
I must confess that testicular matters do not feature hugely in
cat-medicine and that I myself had my plums yanked by the Boparias many
moons ago.
However, there is much in cat-medicine that could help your husband
Keith.
Cat-medicine is a mystical blend of alternative therapies, pulled from
many sources over the course of millenia, some stretching all the way
back to ancient Egypt.
Whereas Chinese medicine focuses on the Chi as the centre of a
well-spirit, cat-medicine focuses on a nice clean bum. Make sure your
husband has a nice clean bum-hole and everything else should start to
fall into place.
Additionally he could try regular vomiting, but this has limited use
outside of stomach disorders and making a point about preferred food.
Best just keep his bum-hole spick and span |
Dear Keith,
I recently had the good fortune to inherit the
sum
of
£10,000 from an aunt. The money was passed to me in trust
some
while ago so I have avoided inheritance tax. I am keen to make an
investment that will afford me a regular income and would like it to be
in a tax-efficient manner. Could you recommend a scheme? I have
recently retired and am living on a combination of state and private
pension.
Judith Montgomery,
Derbyshire.
Fuck me Judy, ten grand! Talk about good fortune. I wish I had an aunt
who'd
kick the bucket and leave me ten grand.
Right, tax efficient you say? Well no one likes the revenue do they?
Recently retired? You'd better be careful: old birds like you are easy
pickings for some of the less scrupulous independent financial
advisors out there.
OK, I'm thinking on my feet here, but how's this for size? A mate of
mine is setting up a casino, but he needs at least a mill to guarantee
the bets and all that. It's a fucking cash-cow, believe me. He needs
people exactly like you who are willing
to take a small risk in return for high yields. He reckons the first
hundred
in the door will be trousering a grand a week come Chrimbo.
If you fancy a tax-free return that'll keep you in Weathers till you
peg it, let me know and I'll come round your gaff and pick up the loot. |
Dear Nigel,
My wife turns fifty in April and I would like
to
celebrate
with a party that she will never forget. Could you suggest a menu that
will dazzle her and my food-loving friends?
William
Breech,
North London
Dear William,
Easter nears, so I simply must have a
Ginster's Spicy
Chicken Slice. Not any slice will do: it must be purchased from the
petrol garage and warmed in a microwave. That 'ping' heralds the
arrival
of the hot delights within, and I burn my lips biting open the plastic
wrapper, which has inflated with hot chicken-steam. Too hot to eat? So
much the better to enjoy an ice-cold Lucozade. Now, at last, I have
the wrapper off and take a good first bite, letting out the
traditional garage-forecourt cry of hoo-whoo-haa as I try to cool the
red-hot filling containing no less that 16% chicken product, by
breathing in and out as quickly as possible through my mouth. Now
returned to the car, I can savour the Slice in it's full-most,
surreptiously clicking on the central locking so as not to offend the
hooded gentleman who has started to walk towards my vehicle with
slightly more purpose than one who is perusing the car-wash price
display which is adjacent to my position. My carriage now smells of a
rich combination of Chicken, Vegetable Margarine, Potato,
Onion, Chargrill Flavouring, Sweetcorn, Cream, Water, Burger
Relish, Egg, Modified Maize Starch, Cajun Seasoning, Salt, Garlic
Puree, Parsley, and the scent is music to the ears of the nose of
Tickles, my cat, who has joined me for the ride.
With the Slice polished off, I remove a Topic from my inside
pocket...(cont) |