Paul…….Such fine majestic words, like the fruits picked from the finest grapes of Bramall Hall and presented on a silver platter with doily…….I first thought we had a new post from the Queen's Poet Lariat!, so I sped to the end of the essay to discover the mystery writer was non other than the equally famous novelist……..Doc Thomason of Haydock!
That manic campervan driver, you mention, careering down Winnets Pass, rings no bells, at this end of the ethos!
My incident transpired in the Betws y Coed area
Campervan now fully recovered, ready for pick up……..Tomorrow
Now then……..Silver Mist is still in dry dock, waiting for the wooden hand rail to be finished off
I did compose a suitabell post this morning, thanking all the patient readers and armchair experts for their kindly advice etc, but the PC did not approve the content and simply…..Wiped it off!
Now we come to the Southern Pretender!
Ashley my boy………Got a sneaky cunning plan!
There's no need to spend hours and hours, making the hull look like a plastic kit……….l can simply clone out all the grott…….At the touch of a button and none will be the wiser!……………..Add here, pantomime villain's insane laughter!
Only kidding………..Or am I?………….Even more laughter!……….Much louder, this time
All in good time……….Don't forget the Tortoise and the Hare story
Actually, I've been wasting my time playing the latest Half Life PC game………Black Mesa
Hark at me going on like an old washer woman……….Not that I've got anything against washer women, they do a good job, up 'er, in'th North………..Scrubbin' step and white stoning it
Well…..That's yer lot!
Bob's yer Uncle