And not only that, I'll bet they were all wearing Marks & Spencers pants, believe me, I know these things. And big eyebrows, I'll bet they all had big eyebrows.

Well, I'm not going there, that's for sure.
I'm not long out of intensive care, and it's been a rough few weeks I can tell you. You thought the sound of a 787B was bad...

I tell you, it's not exactly Christmas every day down here either...

Well, I've been giving this some thought...
Reflect my personality? - embarassing and irritating? (I suppose I could change it to Jeremy Clarkson)
An indication of life experience? - it's no picnic down here, I can tell you.
And "Haemmoroids" is just too much of a mouthful.
No, it looks like I'm stuck with it.

That's what he thinks...

Oil smoke? Chirping tyres? Peugeots?
You b*stards.
I'd almost forgot about that episode with the Pug, although a total stranger stopped me at last years race and presented me with a photo of the incident. I wasn't sure whether or not to politely thank him or give him a hard time.
This year I think I'll remove the chrome lettering from the boot and replace it with "The Rectal Rocket".
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(Fax, twelve hours later I'm still cracking up at that one, it's starting to get embarrassing)

I believe that Laura Ashley are doing beef curtains this Spring.
Ikea however, are staying with meatballs and cupboards.