Judith Barrow has given me the chance to talk about the place where I grew up and to entertain everyone with a joke. If you don’t groan, you’re not human. Thanks, Judith
There are places that remain in our memories, the details may become slightly blurred, nostalgia may colour our thoughts, but they don’t fade. And how those places made us feel at the time is the one thing that remains.
Today I’m pleased to hand over to Thorne Moore. These are Thorne’s memories. Well, they will be, once she’s got the following out of her system!
So, a rabbit walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer.
‘Anything else?’ asks the barman.
The rabbit checks the menu and says ‘Yes, I’ll have a toasted cheese and pickle sandwich please.’
‘Coming up,’ says the barman.
Next day the rabbit is back. He orders a pint of beer, peruses the menu again and chooses a toasted ham and tomato sandwich.
Third day, ‘What can I get you?’ asks the barman, presenting the rabbit with his pint.
‘A toasted…
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