HodgeyBoy;178110 wrote:
Four hours later I was staggering alone and bewildered through the street of Barca as my body attempted to eject aforementioned prawns from my system. It took every ounce of concentration and self-esteem I had to keep ‘downstairs’ locked-down, meaning that it all escaped ‘up top’.
Ah Tony, good to see you made it back safe, i must say we were all riddled with guilt hoovering up your steak in between your frequent dash to the toilet. :flush:
That party of spaniards must have thought you worked there or summint!
By the way, anyone know who produced the CAP delegate guide? I have a complaint!!
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