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On my way in this morning as I negotiated the level crossing in Clayton, I had a brush with the old farts who insist on walking in the middle of the road staring at blue titted warblers. I say brush but it was more of a thwack really, I shouted at him to get of the bonnet as I was late, he grimaced and said something but I couldn’t hear over the engine noise. I saw a pair of legs flash past my window and a bob hat disappear behind my boot lid. Thankfully there was no damage to the care but when I parked up I did notice a rucksack stuck to my rear bumper. There was nothing of any value in it other than a flask of hot chocolate and some rather dodgy tuna sandwiches, oh and a map of Clayton vale with strange marks at various points, which I assume were good sites to hide a body. I suppose it’s one less to contend with the next time that I pass that way.
5 Comments:
You might want to check with Tina Cakesniffer, I think those sandwiches belong to her.
She sounds like my kinda girl.
They're all funny buggers in Clayton.
I think it's the fumes from that 'Clayton Aniline' place.
Couldn't tell if he was a local or an out of towner Kaz, a skittle is a skittle to me.
Must visit Clayton and pick up some sandwiches for my lunch. Do you get points for how many you get?
Love the graphic Dave, very apt, its me, its what occupies my brain, the peace and tranquility and the space.
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