Monday, April 07, 2008

Mr and Mrs Lorne go tae Aintree.

Arrivin in style, a wish. Some lucky baistert wi mair money thin the proverbial hoarse kin shite.
Whar ma hoarse fell.

It wis feckin Baltic min, we wur like a couple fae Afganastan.

1 comment:

Carrier said...

Gid foaty the first yin - it laest Mrs Lorne goat ti see a big chopper oan her hoalidays.