
Originally Posted by
Troglodyte
Oh no, Jock, no..!
Now look what's happened! I've sent off an order enquiry to Lennons, asking about options and possibilities.
So when the shoes arrive and my good lady wife has me pinned against the wall with a glinting carving knife at my throat, demanding to to know what I thought I was upto, do you think 'But darling, Jock made me do it...' will let me off the hook?
Well, only one way to find out...
Oh that's just dandy! Blame poor old "Jock"! I suppose I could exit the county/country for a few years and miss the shooting/fishing seasons for decade or six? Or, change my name, address, phone numbers, email addresses? Or ? Or ? No! Don't answer that!
" Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the adherence of idle minds and minor tyrants". Field Marshal Lord Slim.
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