i detect that old git has got into your head about this a bit?

you want the heating on love you pop it on, pay no heed to the 28th laird of Auchtercludgee in his big baronial hunting lodge up there in the highlands on the edge of his estate poncing around in a skirt with the wind whistling round his trossochs as he chows down on a bloody stags leg swilling 50 year old speyside single malt from the hollowed out horn of an aberdeen angus surrounded by a cloud of tartan farts. no sense in dying from pneumonia, you pop that central heating on full throttle and stick two fingers up at the world.

Posted By: Tombs, Oct 11, 13:11:41