I was jogging up Prince of Wales rd

Tears in my eyes as I passed the haunts of my youth "where have all the good times gone" I roared at Mojo's like a wicking fabric clad Ray Davies, when who should appear but the force ghost of Mark Robins "eh up Mike, wipe snot offer chin lad, we'll bust a reet fat nut up the Arse on the Sabbath, hintut". I understood his words and immediately paused my Strava in order to divert a substantial wager into an online betting facility. 2 zip City, trust me, and Mark, on this one.
cheers lads.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Nov 29, 06:39:36