I had a dream... and my mind wandered back into the 70's, the mid 70's to be precise.
A vision appeared in my minds eye.... at first distored, just like
Mark Harris's nose. I thought to myself if I had some
Brass on me I'd bet on this game.
Mayes as well I thought. I remember my dear old dad saying they would be hard to
beetson. But it would be a certainty that I'd have a few
schuberts after the game and it would be
fairfax-ing someone with the results.
Then the vision suddenly appeared.... I woke in hysterics.
Lucky I didn't piss myself
Cheers
Declared Idiot #88
Quigs