You can read these bits as well you know. Not as funny as the "novel" but may give your brain a rest from the Fife dialect. If you don't already know, my names not really Migs Rafferty. I thought it might add some mystique to the "novel" I'm writing at the moment. I'm getting an earful off Woman who said I should put my real name to it but I like hiding behind Migs, she reminds me of that family friend who smelt like piss and smoked Berkley Menthols. Get your twitter on also @WinningTrev. Chardonnay may be out on her travels and put up funny things. It's a decent entertainment package for the grand price of sod all. So pop on your smoking jackets (shell suit tops) put your baffy's on (fake Ugg boots from Peacocks), pour a glass of Brandy (Sourz or Buckfast) and enjoy chapter 2 of Poundland Promises....
Here's a picture of a dog to make it worth your while reading this.
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