Devon can cope without chips for one night. Swap with one of the surly teenagers who need the cash. Get as far as Hereford and I'll drive us.
They've got rockets and helmets with mirrored visors and girls playing trumpets and TVs from when Cathryn was a child.
||Plough working. I've already sorted the chips. Can't do it though.|
||How was your boy band then?|
Oh, you know. Few songs, old and new. Satellite and dancing spacemen on stage. Timely tribute to Spock. Songs in Dutch about ice skating. Rocket to lean on and a kebab on the way home.
Must remember to move the rest of it out of the car when I get up.
Managed to sell my ticket.