He told me to stand in a pothole because he had a reputation to keep. Eastender, Pah, he's so posh he was wearing a monocle. Dirty bike! dirty bike! He said I could sit on it for a picture but I was afraid I'd catch something! Bugger me, is he tall. He insisted I gave him a cuddle but I disc located my shoulder trying to reach him. Good looking bastard though. Jeanette kept trying to give him her card...
'Moniker'! I love that word. My bike was only dirty cos I'd left it too close to your double-parked tractor, Ken. At least that's the story I'm going with...