Cheeky fucker, I'm not that old. "I'll be alright son" turn to get off, my knees give way and
BANG! Straight on the floor looking like a pissed wizard.
Just been up the hospital for an MRI. After the 10 minutes of poor quality rave music I was retracted from the tomb and the young doctor asked if I needed help getting off the table
The rev passed away in 1986 and his widow continued running Pixie up till 2004. Pixie then changed hands a couple of timed reaching various states of renov ation till she was passed to Boston Lodge works on the Ffestiniog Railway and is now back in steam and all shiney.
On the way out she stood right in front of me blocking my exit and said "Do you realise how many kids are taken into care each week?"
"Not enough of the little fuckers if you ask me"
Her expression cheered me right up it did.
Been in a foul mood today, bipolar thing. Popped into Tesco for some diesel and my way in to pay I got accosted by a Barnardos Chugger. Barged past and paid for my fuel and a cake that had mysteriously appeared in my hand.