Was in one of my favourist garages I do werk for on Thursday, a family run business, and they all live under the shadow of
'me 'ill'.
lucky sods.
One of them was talking to one of his neighbours last weekend about me and 'me 'ill'
apparently, and just happened to mention about my exploits up there, and how I've climbed up there x number of times, etc. etc. etc.
They (man and wife) quickly retorted apparently, "oh that's nothing. We do a ten mile run EVERY day that takes in that place, hah hah hah, scoff scoff..
Who are this couple exactly?
A pair of retired rozzers apparently. Oh what a shock!
30 years of nicking motorists and licking sticky jam and sugar covered fingers, and now a nice and easy life trotting around up and down the hills discussing the size of their bank balance no doubt.
Well good for you chummies, but just don't be taking the piss out of me and my
measley little efforts, tossers.
