I turned up at Moon's port one day with my mate, we went well out of our way and the fecker wasn't there ?
Anyway, we got to chat to his assistant who was farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr more glamorous ?
No, not a 'I love you' type of dude (that's my brother) but he was nearly falling off his stool when we were at the bar in a hotel in Bettws-y-Coed so a bit of 'leaning' was required .
Ace Fred
I could ride to work on Monday but I've sold a petrol tank and some other stuff of my own so I'll have to take them into work to pack them and ship it so that will mean the car again
Stop feckin moaning, at least you're allowed to ride your bike. For us we have to make up some spurious story about going for a pint of milk or similar
Britain was just as bad, my home town thrived on the proceeds of the slave trade. It's just a shame that we still have to keep apologising for it now over 300 years later.