The fair is in my woo-full little town somewhere in the middle of farmer’s country, England. There’s nothing more fun to look out of ones window at 4 in the morning and to see two chavs getting it on with half a bottle of Vladimir’s strongest. (Interpret, as you will children) Also having prices being lifted to the special "Extra extortionate" price is a treat when all access to this skid mark on a very large pair of pants is cut off for the duration of the week. Unless you want to brave the back roads, uncountable and mind boggling as they are that its enough to make an adult who isn’t trained in farmhand combat to brake down and cry 1 mile out of this place we call the country side ideal.
If you know the local area you've probably guessed where this place is but that just leaves the rest of you guessing. And in your torment is where i find my fun...Well a guys gotta' have some hobbies Which don’t require large quantities of beer and loud music, Or so im told.
Enough bitching, Now for something positive. Broken my personal best in rifling. 91 out of 100. Big yay for me. And it’s the half term so you might actually be seeing some of the stories I’ve been promising.... Hopefully.
Tiddle Me ho
