sweynforkbeard
Well-Known Member
'You are Chalkie Robbo and I claim my £20,'-spoken from some windswept promenade in Rhyl or Cleethorpes or Fleetwood or another flyblown land that time forgot as a flea infested donkey lurches sullenly in the background under the weight of a myopic 12 stone 8 year old rammed to the gunwhales with turkey twizzlers and fries wearing (not the donkey) a Tizer stained Wham! tee shirt while younger toddler brother is caught short and assisted by mum in white denim mini skirt and blotchy legs to wee perilously close to a pensioners packed lunch of a Lidl scotch egg and a haslet and tomato sandwich whilst lunch owner blinks as grit blows into their eyes again and tries to remember whether they've fed the cat. Aah-nostalgia, those bile inducing memories of Augusts past.