…….not Marlboro Lights though.’
Depending on which side of the fence you like to sit, you could bemoan Jasper’s return to cigarette smoking after a year of abstinence or hail him a returning prodigal puffing hero. But, just as Jasper returned to his cancer sticks, Craig decided to lay off them.
Now Jasper, being the sage old Scottish scrote that he is, has Craig as his underling/apprentice/bitch. There isn’t a thing Craig hasn’t got wrong so far that Jasper hasn’t mumbled through his pursed lips.
Subsequently, I find it awfully touching that Craig manages to bring in twenty Lambert & Butler for Jasper each morning and almost heart-wrenching that he took the time and effort to spell his name out in fag butts next to his bench.
Jovial Jasper Hits Fifty…
The only thing that surprised me when I was informed last week that Jasper had turned 50 was that I thought he’d already turned 50 four years ago.
Sorry Jasper, time hasn’t been so kind.
Who can forget the great Jasper giveaway?
Jasper – …