Sat in the filthy sex pool with Mrs ws and even with a few Street lights on our street once the eyes have settled in its pretty easy to pick them up. Christ they move fast!

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Ooo, bubbles!

45,000 miles an hour according to my brother.

45,000 miles an hour according to my brother.

Is he with Mrs WS?

Chavs…

Or swingers – how does your pampas grow?

i dunno what it is about satellites; when i’m out in the middle of nowhere, night riding, nobody about for miles, i’ll do that thing where you look up and think about the infinity of space and the endless possibilities; the void of nothing, the endless silence, the peace. I’ll think of the true meaning of it all – do we truly mean anything in it all, am I truly significant, what can i do to be significant, what can i impart on to my children that will ring through the ages, how can i bring happiness to mankind, can something out there help me, is there something out there? And I’ll feel a true affinity with it when i’m on a silent moorland watching, alone.

Then a satellite goes over. And all i can think about is repeats of Bullseye on Challenge TV.

Super, smashing, great.

I preferred topless darts