Holy Sh*t! My turkey was loaded!!
Maison Blanche gone
Blue Nord green and to the west
Skid marks on caravan roofs and the Liverpool Boys evicted by the bailiffs.
Surely I'm hallucinating or suffering from the onset of some sort of unpleasant (but colourful) gastric based illness?
Before I can say 'Rumpled Foreskin', I bet you'll have to buy a new Audi and have the coupons before you can park anywhere. I'm going to have to pick a 'Harumph' from the top branch of the humbug tree, and say that the Le Mans I grew to know and love has now finally expired, and the regulations won't even allow a death rattle. No doubt confirmation of my camping spot: 40 kms SW of Copernicus crater, Mare Nubian, Kin Milesaway, is in the post somewhere.
In the spirit of 'Spot The Ball', I think I'll print the attached, stick it to a wall, and camp where my vodka guided, blinfolded dart lands. Everyone have a go, £50 to the winner.
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Oh, and a HNY to everyone!