Nero Wolfe

Gibbo gave me a newspaper from 1982- the year of my entry into this world, amongst some retro gems were these rib-ticklers...christ they're woefull!

Just in case the fully explained and addressed jokes (Why can't a bicycle stand up on its own? Because its two tyred (too tired), from Aidan O'Brien..etc) weren't enough for you, this mu'fugga was lurkin at the bottom of the T.V. listings. Looks like me da, after been bitten by a wolf.

On the film front- a nice bit of stuff is on its way back, while the fruits of the past few weeks have been posted to Rotterdam for processing, so the show is on the road.

Over and out
-Mr Conrad Jnr.

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