Evening Lads, bit of a dilemma here. A few years ago I was walking towards a ladder on a narrow pavement. A decorator was painting a window above but there was enough room to get between the ladder and a railing without walking under the ladder. So I headed towards the safe side, just as I was about to squeeze through the gap a steely eyed old pensioner approached, so being the polite young chap that I am I gestured my arm and said "I'm not superstitious but after you".
He grabbed me by the arm with some of the coldest greyest fingers I've ever felt in my life and said "I'm not superstitious either sonny but I never go for a shit on the Anniversary of Elvis's death. Terrible way to go for the great man." ...I laughed all the way back to the car, made me laugh occasionally over the years...until today. I've had a glorious massive Sunday Dinner and a nice liquid dessert but now things are happening and I need to go curl out my weekly gorilla's finger !
Should I take the old lad's advice and bake it till tomorrow morning Or take my chances and hope the same terrible trouser round the ankle agonising death doesn't befall me as it did our Lord of Rock n Roll all those years ago..
Yours nipping it .I Wood.
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