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Just zis Guy, you know?
Guest
On account of having to field a BBC Radio Berkshire interviewer
outside the station who obviously had nothing better to do than ask me
about my bike and my headtorch.
Guy
--
"then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels
blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs
onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles
around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
outside the station who obviously had nothing better to do than ask me
about my bike and my headtorch.
Guy
--
"then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels
blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs
onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles
around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales