Winter is upon us. No longer can we leave work with the sun out and optimism for the evening. No more sweaty guys on a packed train (actually that’s all year round), no more requests from silly girls to come out for a picnic or join their friends in the park for games (get the message luv he doesn't like you he loves your body), no more sunglasses (except for stupid boys who wear them to raves and keep tripping up on shoes), no more calls from friends to go have a kick about after work (you see ladies this is the only thing we want to do in the park, in daylight anyway) and most of all.... no more ladies in short skirts and shorts to offer a stressed out workman the timely relief of eye candy. All of a sudden all the pretty ladies have gone off to Mars and have left us with snotty women with colds and ladies who you think are pregnant but actually realise, far too late, that they just love Pies.
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