The car is broken again. This time the windscreen wipers broke on the M5, in a storm. Certainly an interesting way to drive.
As a result a weekend with the saucepen lids had to be cancelled and replaced with a very dull weekend at home. Fortunately the car is booked in to be repaired on Monday so he should be mobile again for next weekend when a night out on the tiles with Gay George (Not Actually Gay) is on the cards.
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I simply pointed out that a few more debauched stories might be nice.
I was not intending to encourage him to kill himself by unleashing a sustained alcoholic cannonade on his already shrivelled and puny liver lobes.
Perhaps a bit of romance might spice things up for the readers whilst not endangering our hero's health.
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