I don’t believe a word of it, well I would but you were in the room, distorting my well worn Jim Callaghan values with debauched innuendo.
Obviously I’m going to let you off, some day, and may even share a package trip to Lesbos.
But don’t count your cards. I once tried that and almost reached the holy figure of 51, including all five jokers. It must be horrible trying to make sense of this in the morning. My thoughts are sincerely with you . . .. . reader.
The main thing is I was awarded the SPOTY first prize, a long time ago, even before I’d removed the NHS specs and revealed myself in all handsome glory to Julie behind the bike sheds. She was stunned, and can reach instant orgasm in the presense of a Rayleigh Chopper even now.
Which is rather nice for Julie.
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