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Dear Dredge My desk in our office is directly opposite my manager's desk, and we generally get along very well. However, he
A book that was previously thought to be lost by Enyd Blighton (not Enid Blyton) has recently been rediscovered, thanks to
My husband has decided to hire the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra to mow our lawn. He feels that not only would the large number of people involved help get the task completed more quickly, but they might give us a performance afterwards at no extra cost. We are both fans of classical music and effective gardening, but is this a step too far?
Once upon a time in the not particularly magical land of Completely-Weird-on-Sea, Basil the Cylinder was sitting around doing
I scraped my knee this afternoon playing Bolshevik Revolution with Tim. He shoved me from behind and when I cried foul he claimed that the divine right of kings empowered him to do so.
In the following short film (or 'film short' for those of you), my comedic partner Andy King and I (almost named after a popular musical) present a warm tribute to this time of times. Pray silence then for 'King Dredge,' as we are called, and let us take you back to the olden days of yore. Possibly before yore, I'm not shore.
True to form, the Oscars on Sunday night was a truly momentous occasion. Even the Monday morning dopiness brought on by staying up to watch it on television was offset by the excitement of scrutinising every last detail and poring over critiques.
Dogs barked "I do" in Peru on Saturday, as canine companions were given the chance to marry any pooch who peked their fancy
The Vaudeville-era gag of swapping out an animal's head for your own is nothing new, but this recent clip of a dog called