Playing cricket has it's moments. Watching cricket is for old men and imbeciles.
I say without fear of certified professional authentication to the contrary that The Oaf,, Spendius fits extremely well into both categories.
Hello Aidan.Trust you are ok?
I have been logging and cutting a couple of acres of grass today. Plenty of calories burned there, and it keeps the physique in good working order.
Somewhat more interesting than lying on an old sofa swigging cider and watching hens lay eggs.
Gee man.The hours I've spent watching hens laying eggs.Fascinating.Never the same twice.
Never mind - wasn't important.
I was driving down a country lane last night when...
a young lady hitch-hiking who....
Popeye. She was long and lean as a string bean and had dark, curly hair. Her eyes were slightly bulging and...
the heavens cried, and the tears filled the streams,
the streams filled the rivers,
and the river's filled the sea
filled with tears. She wore the usual black skirt and the lace about her
throat, and if my eyes weren't deceiving me her blouse was...
partially exposing a small skull and cross bone
adorning her naval
which the observer (who is observing - do we have a character yet?) found strangely alluring and exciting. She was so thin, her ribs jutted through her skin, but one glimpse of that tattoo sent him into a
frenzy of desire, he knew the wearer was the holder of the chart, and that be worth far more than Davey Jones's locker
and all of its contents. His brain busily buzzed with schemes - he would get that chart if it was the last thing he did on earth - he would only need to...
Seduce her! Twould be no simple task, she was aware he desired her and
he knew she was a lusty young woman - but she was slightly off-kilter - there was something just a little different about her than was the case with his usual conquests because she...
