Friday, 29 September 2006

Deliverance Redux: Telford

Got back from Telford yesterday, no idea how I made it after the attempted sexing up of my sweet young ass by the evil legend that is Old Man Rich.

I was eventually chased out of the area of the UK not known as "The Wrekin" by a heathen bunch of gentlemen with their trousers round their ankles, wiping spittle from their frothing gobs. Being a dirty slut, I loved every damn moment of it.
Joy to at last see the Merkster and to engage in politically agitational banter over a pint, the only shame was that Fulla was not wearing one of his fancy jumpers.

I am now back and in full effect, so expect the usual bad poetry and pointless swiping at the political machinations of those in power.
Your mum.

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