The feeble musings of an incompetent, middle-aged, baffoon who is embracing eccentricity and trying to raise some money for a nice charity. I like the word philanthropy, tweed jackets and the smell of Diesel fumes. Slowly turning into a mumbling recluse.
Tuesday 12 July 2011
Bit more trivia. You'll thank me during the next pub quiz!
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