No Piccadilly Line this morning. I had to walk for twenty minutes, I didn't walk that far when I owned my Ducati. Going to need a lie down for a bit.
You numpty, you should have said, I was over in Sutton Coldfield on Tuesday evening. We could have a had a swift one.
You were on my list as I thought you'd be up with the boys on monday, but we weren't getting away from the bloody show until gone seven and I didn't want you to get all excited and then miss you.
Nah, it was Tuesday this week, but D's girlfriend was coming back from Uni and he wanted to get his leg over and J was keen to meet up with some mates for a drinking session so I was done and dusted by half seven.
I wasn't neglecting you. I was aware I could do with a minder with some local knowledge and that obviously means you. Or Wedgie, but he's usually in plaster so...
