Tuesday, November 01, 2005


So the bloke next door goes into his garage the other day and finds an infestation of field-mice. He sets a load of traps which, over the next few days, the mice studiously ignore whilst nicking the cheese he's placed on them.

Today he goes in to collect the toolbox which he needs for work. On placing it in the boot of his car, three or four mice scurry out and disappear into the innards of his Renault.

He drove all the way to Leeds with his trousers tucked into his socks.

How we laughed.