Brian drained the last of his tea and looked desirously at the chocolate hobnobs that were, infuriatingly, just out of reach. Geoff leaned over and grabbed one, almost as if to rub it in. The ‘minute hand’ continued its leisurely passage towards the top of the clock where the ‘hour hand’ was waiting impatiently. Geoff…
The wit and wisdom of a man who has neither…
James Proclaims! 