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Winger
Good afternoon to you and everyone.He's an unusual man. His autobiography is surprisingly good. I have only one tale to tell. In the early 70s I went with three mates to see Yorkshire play Essex at Acklam Park. Boycott was given out lbw on 99. He wasn't too happy. At tea, we went to get some autographs. One lad ran towards Chris Old, skidded on the grass & crashed into him. Old merely laughed, picked me mate up & signed his programme with a smile. Boycott came stamping over, shouting "bugger off, you lot, you shouldn't even be on t' bloody pitch!" From that day, I despised him, until I read his autobiography many years later, which completely changed my opinion.
Ow, Sis, marra. How's it garn? Still keeping up with your charity gigs?
As much as I'd like to participate, I find myself in a situation where I have twin conflicts of interest. Fust, I'm from Easington, but my mother lives in Hartlepool & I also have relatives living there. Second, my natural instinct is to even up the numbers, but that would mean siding against my fellow brethren, which simply isn't on. Moreover, I've heard passing references to Crimdon Dene, the golf course, The Seagull & scurrilous yet conflicting accounts of whee fled & whee pursued. Deprived of any personal knowledge of such events, I feel unable to usefully add to the highbrow debate. So, with both regret & deep, deep sadness, I feel I must at least attempt to remain neutral. That said, even Blind Willie Purvis or the mythical man on the Clapham omnibus would be doubtless compelled to draw unfavourable conclusions on a rabble of yokels perpetrating ritual asphyxiation of primates in fancy dress*. Hello sailor!
Good afternoon. Neen of that crud, thank you. Another busy day for me, breaking rocks in the hot sun, knocking mare hours off me community service allocation & generally demonstrating to anyone remotely interested that I may have fought the law but the law (ass that it undoubtedly is) most certainly won.
Enjoy yasels. Stay monkey-friendly.
*For the avoidance of doubt & to dispel ambiguity, it was the primate, not the yokels, rigged out in fancy dress on the gibbet.