God Hates Tyres - Fri 26th June Skid Comp

I've had a bit of hipster in me. When hillbilly and me lived together he tripped over the rug in the kitchen once as I was stooping to get something out of the freezer (it was some peas). Unfortunately I was only in a towel and, in a desperate bid to stop himself smacking his head on the corner of the counter, he clawed wildly for purchase, pulling my towel down and finally ending up with his face between my buttocks. A little bit of his moustache went inside my bottom.

I can still recall exactly how it felt, and will never forget the dreadful silence we both endured for the rest of the evening.

OH the good old days ah.