Well, blow me down! Someone stole a urinal from out of the gents toilet in the Argyll the other day. I wonder if they took it home on the bus.

A girl dressed in white crosses the road near the Argyll, but who is the strange lady squatting on the pavement? Why it's the same one who sqatted outside the car-wash one evening at Mostonia.

The Johnny Pye. Well, I wouldn't eat a pie with those things in it, and they've spelt "pie" wrong.

The chef at the Argyll reads the new menu.

A happy Christmas to all our readers.

Well. They won't be doing that anymore, will they?

A vacant parking space in a pub carpark.