The missus is down in the city having a few beers. She said she'd call me so I could pick her up. It takes 45mins to get down there and 45 mins back. Guess who's just called. What great timing. Why couldn't she stop out longer. Ah well, I suppose this means it'll be a good match so it's good news for you lot. Humph.
P/X? There was a white blur going through the city there as budmustang bent time and space, ahem, to get back in time. Drunken gonads leaping out in front of me, sticking their thumbs up thinking I'm a taxi too. And the punchline? She'd only had one so could've driven herself! At least I haven't missed anything good. :'(
