A disappointing week over at Whinging St

Tonks is gooing back to Spain with a mop and bucket, Poor Peters in and out of A+ E and the Santa Pod weekend on the new tarmac was a flop with only a red fiat 500 trying its best to break the 20 mph speed limit and, with the driver being a 20 stone fat bald tranny with the windows open, could't pull the skin off a rice pudding made for a placid first week into 2024,
Still the snow's kept away,,,

Is First Mate, Fat Mick ? I'm unsure, he's abrasive to me as fat mick should be because, he is a prejudice, self centred , uncaring prick in an ivory tower
Are they one and the same,,,,,time will tell, anyroad up, If it is, H's fooling the girls at WW,