My good friend moved to Glasgow this year and he has a knack of finding things that are useful on the dear green place’s streets. Not too long after he settled in he found a lovely couch on the street. While others would walk on by, he carried it home, cleaned it up and now its sitting right at home in his room.

However last night I was with him and what he found this time made me wonder if he is the second coming with someone above leaving him gifts on the steet. My good friend found a box (unopened ) that contained about 20 packets of Ginger Cake of the highest quality. It was lying on the kerb, awaiting the binmen. I would have walked past, but of course my friend took the box home!

On further examination they just went past their sell by date. We had a slice with our tea/beer and it was great. I was however indulged to try and eat a full one. I am slim and this would have been an easy task during my fat Elvis period. I ate it myself and it amazed my friends.

Today, my insides are in pain and I feel pregnant. I am gingered out. The things I do for laughs..