The nightmare of welsh llamas

Chaplin you dosser,hands off

I've just spent a fortnights holiday relaxing inside a conductors hat on the Elephant & Castle bus route in merry old London town.Accomodation was top notch,nice head of hair,it was like sleeping on a shredded wheat thats been soaked in the bile of a curious emu.A good wide brim made the perfect sundeck and was ideal for viewing the many wonderful sights of our great capitals wrinkled downy undercarriage.
There's the street corner where Churchill shot Lenin,the shopping centre where Charlie Chaplin broke his 15 year vow of silence the day Scotland yard arrested him for nicking pens in WHsmiths,"What the f**k do I want with a poxy biro you c**ts"were his exact words.And finally the swimming pool where I once lost a tooth in a bet with a llama over who had the softest coat.The long necked jizz supper thought he had me all ends up until I emerged from the changing room resplendent in my crombie,fashioned as is the trend these days from the ballbags of a billion tiny mice.Well he went ballistic and headbutted me the lairy tart,still a fivers a fiver and llamas,like the welsh have always had a reputation as a hostile breed.(Do you know a welsh llama you could have a quiet pint with-thought not.)
It was a good 2 week break but I could have done with a bit of sun so next year I'm booking a weeks hiking in Spain staying in various crisp packets and dogs ears along the coast.
Ciao for now freakblankets.