by Neil | Mar 4, 2008 | Abbey Wood, ballistic fat welshman, Comedy, humor, Humour, Life, why is it always me
Dear Chav, I trust this letter finds you in rather better health than I am at the moment as I sit here typing, a bag of frozen peas on my distressed knee, unable to move my neck through ten degrees. You probably don’t recognise me, having only glimpsed my face...by Neil | Jan 6, 2008 | Abbey Wood, Life, Personal, Photography, Random
What does a tree on crutches look like? You ask. A lot like this: