The Man With A Long Chin's Diary

 

Being Father Christmas

16/12/94-17/12/94

16 December 1994 - BEING FATHER CHRISTMAS

A kid came into my grotto last night and asked why my beard was covered in syrup.

I explained that I'd been chewing a bud, and the sap had burst out.

He began to wail, so I squirted ink at his mother. The manager, Mr Hons Pons, whacked me with a silver crow.


17 December 1994 - BEING FATHER CHRISTMAS

I was painting an elf on my grotto wall last night, when The Shamen ran in and beat me to the ground with their rifle butts.

After a minute of this treatment, I got up and thanked them.

You see - they were trying to knock a salmon off my spine before I was poisoned.


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