howard mcsweeney1 wrote:Same applies to Cafes and Restaurants Brian, I don't know the hours our remaining toilets are open.
I usually use the library when in town.
Just a bit of fun Howard and Vic, but I couldn't resist giving this another airing inserting Howard's name this time.
A Walk In Dover
Howard Mc Sweeney sheds the light
With his questions when he's sober,
One Sunday morn was promenading,
On the front at Dover.
As he walked along the front
He felt his feet get wet,
He thought the tide had risen high,
But that hadn't happened yet.
He struggled on along the front,
Hanging on his zimmer,
Seeing someone by the sea,
He thought it was a swimmer.
As he approached he realised,
It was Vic from upper River,
Carrying many council seats,
Which made poor Howard shiver.
Vic asked him why his shoes were wet,
And noticed they were brown,
It's loo's we need, he was told,
In this special part of town.
Vic puffed out his chest,
And scratched his polished head,
"I'll do my best, you know I will,
Although the councils red."
"I'll go now committee calls,"
He said as they both parted,
"Goodness me MY shoes are brown,
And I only farted!"
Next time Howard went for a walk,
He was very happy,
He'd solved his problem all alone,
Well almost, with a nappy!
Do nothing and nothing happens.
