Aye looking a bit cramped and easy to hit the wrong one at the wrong moment, like when the rest of the band go clean for the Aggadoo cover and you are growling like a Rottweiler with painful piles
Not a problem with my plates of meat , I'm like Michael Flatley on that pedal board
Hartlepool has seven miles of golden beaches and I live five minutes walk from one of them but I don't go near any of them, the Yorkshire Dales are less than an hour to the south and sprawling Northumberland is an hour to the north with all its medieval castles built to keep the Jocks out…there's the odd pub aswell
