. Pizza for *breakfast*...?
>So here is Big X[1]. As the name suggests, he is Not Small and at the time of the Adventure, is
>working as a London cycle courier. He is riding home late one night, to his Lair somewhere out
>Enfield way, and passing a stretch of waste ground. And Lo! Out of the bushes surrounding the
>waste ground cometh a moped, pizza for the delivery of, and it striketh X amidships, and yea,
>and verily, he doth fall off, and he is sore vexed.
>
>Pizzaman, somewhat concerned, stops. X picks himself up of the floor. He is not a happy bunny.
>Pizzaman removes his helmet, which, according to X, was his first mistake. The gross and net
>result being that Pizzaman flees into the bushes on foot with a lump on his jaw, and X returns
>home with a free pizza to have for breakfast.
>
>The Managment wishes to make it clear that they do not advocate the striking of pizza delivery
>men with knobkerrie, clenched fist or full-size cardboard model of David Batty.
>
>1 - name changed to protect the Guilty.
>
>Dave Larrington -
http://www.legslarry.beerdrinkers.co.uk/
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