Now I'm fine where I am in Somerset. I live in the little church at the top of Glastonbury Tor with my six wives (Well four at the moment as two are away for sheering), making a living wandering around the town in my kaftan amd dreadlocks selling magic potions to Japanese tourists, but I noticed it was getting a bit damp elsewhere.

And being a good samaritan I phoned the Pub in Burrowbridge that you've probably seen on the news to offer a hand but they told me to feck off.

And not just Somerset now, it's all down the Thames. If it wasn't tidal East London would be under water. And it will get worse. The storms will be stronger and last longer year by year because of global warming.

But there is a chance of redemption. Renounce your sins now and ye may be saved.

Hallelujah.


Wrong board !! Must be some dodgy mushrooms.