Ahoy me brazen hearties, tis a great delight to be able to give ye a glimpse o’ ye beloved Captain deliverin’ me tales before a live audience.
Twas a delightful affair, midst ye Nottingham Comedy Festival, and though ye Mermaid’s Tale be fairly comprehensible there were a fair few ales in me belly by the time we reached The Polar Adventure.
Ahoy! Enjoy!
Blood spurted into the air and rained down upon me freshly caulked deck. It was to be that kind of day. The sort of day where cutlasses flash in the
I does like to stroll upon ye seaside a-scannin’ for precious flotsam. Me glass eye literally popped out when a Punch and Judy show blighted me view. A red mist
Water poured into me boot while me peg leg grew damp, attracting amorous barnacles. I fear their improbable penile protrusions which dumbfound the scale o’ their horny shells. And yet
