Indeed, generally a much more pleasant all round experience.
I did that free Jean Michel Jarre thing in the Docklands walloped on said fungus, late 80s I guess, spent a while wandering utterly lost around an area I discovered to be Plaistow.
On other days we would get a bus from Turnpike Lane and spend a few hours quite lost in Trent Park.
I am in fine fettle this morning. In fact people have commented on my cheerful disposition, complete strangers in the street etc.
Hmm. A little too much protesting, methinks.
Pressures of work? Trouble at home? Finding it more and more difficult to satisfy Mrs W in the conjugal areas as the years take their toll? You can tell us, sw.
Pressures of work? Trouble at home? Finding it more and more difficult to satisfy Mrs W in the conjugal areas as the years take their toll? You can tell us, sw.