Sorry guys to have to put you through this but it would seem that Drew and I are on a roll ( I would however just like to say for anyone new starting their own cancer journey and reading what Drew and i write, may wonder what is going on, both of us have been through hell and have come out the other side)
I think that somewhere along the line, Drew and myself must be related, maybe from prehostoric times, either that, or the fact that my Dad came from Nottingham and his family worked in the pits or it could be that i too used to ride a CX 500 fondly known as a Maggot, mine was matt black with lots of crome, it was my baby and a very reliable motorbike UNTIL this theiving git nicked it from outside my house one night, this pond dweller owned a maggot and said that someone stole it and wheeled it down the road from his house and kindly put it on the main stand and left it there, nice theive obviously!!!!! Anyway this cretton turned up at my house about six months later and knocked my door and said'Sorry to hear about your bike, oh have you got any spares left'. Now I was working night shift at the time and was dressed in only a t shit and a pair of knickers but with purple face and bulging eyes, I chased that son of a bitch up the road...needless to say he out ran me because I had nothing on my feet. Oh I was not a happy bunny!!!!!
Also, not unlike Drew, except i wasn't lead astray, I would go out clubbing, well back then folks, they were called Discos and would quietly come home at silly o'clock in the small hours,well I thought I was being quiet but I guess falling over dustbins isn't really being quiet and when I finally got up out of my bed with a hang over from hell, my dear old mum would cook me a fry up, making as much noise as she could, slaming the frying pan down on the Arga and I too had this food chucked at me with lard flying everywhere, I like crispy bacon and the yolks of my eggs done just right, I would get soggy bacon and runny eggs lagged in fat and would have to eat it....Mum would say 'That will teach you, won't it', the answer to that question was NO, I had many a soggy fry up after that!!!!!!!! Love and hugs to those who want them......Carol xx
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