I've read it all and for some reason kept thinking of Frankie Howerd....
Titter, titter and thrice titter....sorry couldn't help it..it was overwhelming.Stop tittering at the back
smacking virtual balls until they're breathless with wide-faced glee – or your money back
love IS blind…look! It's the Goodyear Blimp!
instead of passing the rag on a stick… oh, wait.
slot suddenly lights up without warning when the machine isn’t actually
plugged into anything
grubby, cheesy poof flaked
whole 'wrong hole' equivalent of putting in a game instead of a DVD and then saying "woops… ah well, may as well carry on, eh?
I am truly double entendred out now..phew
I took it as the lighter side of journalism..