Thursday, February 08, 2007

It's Your Lucky Day

So having got into work three hours late because the country can't cope when a little bit of snow has fallen out of the sky, despite having known that it would be here for four days, find that somebody nice has sent you a parcel. In the hope it is a box of chocolates or the amazon order you placed on Monday you open it. BANG. Bugger me, it's a parcel bomb. You're rushed to hospital where the bloke next to you has a bit of sniffle. However, he has been working for Bernard Matthews and doctors think he might have bird flu. As a result of reading the papers and watching the news the bird flu man scares you into thinking you might turn into a phesant. Should have stayed at home really.

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