Diary extract from Saturaday night.
Drunk....blah, blah, blah....home, need go, a go, a go, go ,go go....yeah, home.
Weasel call cab......, who?, five people, church steeple, cripple creek..
"up on cripple creek, she sends me, if i spring a leak, she mends me...."
What? cab? where?.....i'm in it??
Quick service, driver had a laugh at us, reasonably priced if you live out in the sticks....nuff said really. read more