The Week That Might Just Be

Well, anyway, I'm on a wee bit of a mission this week - there is going to be a Jaguar stepping blinking from  the mist, there is going to be a La Cabronita crawling from the primal gloom, and after tossing a coin or three I've decided that there is going to be a time stained Jazzmaster sneaking up behind for goodly measurement.

I know it won't happen, but where would we be without easily derided spectacular ambition?

Would we have the Clifton Suspension Bridge?

The M4 Services at Leigh  Delamere?

People going to Dr Who conventions?

The Cadbury's Star Bar (the original one with 70s spangled pop stars on thee front that was a rip-off of a Mars bar, not the one filled with peanut butter or even the coconut one, and man they were good?)

Speaking of which who remembers Hanky Panky with it's toffee covered popcorn and a sprinkling of raw peanuts?

But anyway, there is going to be a Jazzmaster-a-coming...life is good.

La la laaaa