When I worked in London in 96, I used to travel down on a Monday and back up on a Friday. By the time I got home on a Friday the inside of my nose was like a chimney such was the pollution. Not to mention the water quality, or lack of.
I was sat outside at lunch time in just a pair of shorts having a quiet cigarette and a read of this month’s Fast Bikes that dropped through the letter box this morning. L walked past, did a double take and commented ' do you think the horses like walnuts' I raised one eyebrow 'why' to which she retorted ' I just wondered, but just in case, If I was you I would tuck your left bollock back in your shorts. That’s it.... I have officially turned into my old dad.
