Clippings

The nice chappie turned up today with a load of logs, so the Gorse Fox spent a busy hour shifting them to the back yard and stacking them in the log caddy. I asked what his source was, and he explained that he had truck load delivered from the Forestry Commission.

The afternoon saw the Gorse Fox's gloden locks trimmed and strewn across the barber's shop floor. "Did you see the game?" was the first question. Of course, the local Southampton-Portsmouth cup game. The GF had seen the last few moments... "They was robbed" he was told.

"What did you think of the penalty?"

The GF said it was a stone-wall penalty. No doubt.

Sharp intake of breath across the shop. The scissors start to flash quicker, the cut-throat razor comes out. GF starts to get worried... Will the GF still be able to wear his glasses? Will he still have ears to hang them from?

It turns out that it wasn't Angus, the barber, who was a Pompey fan... it was his assistant. The GF lived to see another day.