Monday, December 24, 2007


“Where’s Harold?” asked Jasfoup, staggering through the kitchen door with an armful of presents. “I need him to give me a hand.”

“He’s otherwise occupied,” said Julie. “Can I help?”

“I doubt it,” said Jasfoup. “Some of these are a bit heavy for a delicate soul like yourself.”

“Try me.”

“I’d rather not,” said Jasfoup. “Not with carrying presents, anyway.” He winked, causing Julie to blush. “Where is he then? In the toilet with a magazine?”

“Actually,” said Julie, “I think he’s shagging Gillian.”

“Yes?” Jasfoup took out his notebook. “Do you think that ‘with a vampire’ counts as necrophilia?”

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