In the mean time, Skegness tomorrow. Smither’s driving (god help us) as my car is stuck on Hailing Island with a clutch pedal that’s floppier than Smither’s penis. There are doubts as to whether his car is even gonna stay alive to see us there and back – it’s also a 15 year old 306 but it cost half the price as mine, and I paid £300, so you can see where this is heading…
I’m looking forward to more banter like this though:
I’ll be back next week hopefully, see you then.
