Bottoms up darl x
I had to meet some friends there once. I followed the directions I'd been given and found myself nowhere near where I needed to be. Back before mobiles, couldn't call them, I went to a phone box and called my dad instead. He was a telegraph boy before the war and could walk from anywhere to anywhere in central london in a straight line. I got there to hear the friends saying 'with those directions he's never going to find us'.
I had one of those days too, I'll have a scotch.Walking past the Blue Posts one day a man standing in the doorway asked me if I was interested in young girls.
It's also a day to visit the Queens Hotel, Leeds to see an old working class man in a gold coffin lying 'in state'
Stumbled across The Strange World Of Gurney Slade on youtube the other day. We Brits have always been able to do silly it seems.
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