Since you didn't do your chores, you can kiss your video game privileges goodbye.

This cutting from an East African newspaper caught our eye last month: The up mail train from Mombasa was held up for an hour at Kibwezi by an angry rhino on Monday night.

I spun a brody in some chat up at the old zinc mine.

But, once they had properly got into their stride, the three singers whipped themselves up into a frenzy of sexual abandon, attaining heights of troilist ingenuity worthy of some erotomaniac Heath Robinson […]