Flys & bugs in your boat race, lovely, reminds me of my days on motor bikes. Many, many moons before the nutcracker (sorry crash helmet) laws robbed you of that pleasure. Smile at a treacle and it looked like someone had done you in the moosh with a bowl of spotted dick, oh well happy days. Sorry im just getting nostalgic & reminisient. I will crawl back to my rocking chair now and dribble.
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