Anubis Sleeps

I met the Egyptian god of the dead near Manchester airport this morning, apparantly he had missed his flight to Majorca the night before, he was booked on a club 18-3000BC gig. After a few hundred lifetimes of weighing hearts he was well up for a couple of weeks of sun sea and saucy embalming. I asked if he got much godly action whilst on holiday and he said the whole horse face thing was a real problem until he hit the clubs which the strangely coloured ladies from the north of England frequented. He had a nasty touch of the middle kingdoms last time but a few anti biotics cleared it right up.