Sweeping the streets

[Guest]

Gosh what a lot of discarded newspapers there are today

 

[melusine]

I was about to sail into Fortnum and Mason in pursuit of a jar of chutney when I chanced to stumble upon a new emporium with a most evocative name. Scrotumbreath and Tits, the sign above the door proclaimed. I arrested my progress in mid-stride and stood in pensive thought before the highly polished mullioned panes of the picture window. What on earth could they be selling? I asked myself. Now, a saner person might have continued on to more respectable pastures, but I am not one to be put off by adventure whatever shape it might take.

And so, armed only with my umbrella and a basket of lettuces, I shouldered my way inside to see what wonders might await me.