My nether regions radar has just illuminated the "todger" light...
Oo-er, it is a bit of a dogs dinner isn't it? It is appropriate though, it reminds me of a load of household appliances stacked up in a pikies yard, which sort of sums up Stratford if you ask me.
By co-incidence I almost ran into Seb Coe the other week, on my bike. I forget what manor he's Lord of, but it was round those parts, and he was out in the country lanes on a Sunday morning run, missed him by inches I did. (and then had to shout, "kinnell! that was Seb Coe that was!" as my evasive action took me towards a hedge). I can't confirm whether or not he had his todger out, but he had a fairly brief pair of shorts on, and I'd say that if he took a tight left hander, then the old fellow might have made an appearance.
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