Horny Handed

That's me - a son of toil. I finished those junks off in the morning and pedalled off down to the yard. And good old George looked kindly on me and told me that he'd get them fitted. Bit of a puggling cycle back into that wind. Not as puggled as MrT after his cycle home on Friday night though. He very sheepishly removed his bunnet to show us his bandaged heid. Those barriers along the canal are a bit invisible in the dark. And imagine, he'd never had a Jägerbomb before! No fool like an old fool, eh?