November 2009 Archives
I nearly didn't make it to the Bards of New Brighton poetry session on Monday night ... because my crap car decided to die on the road to hell (M53) in south Wirral.
The AA Patrol Man found me clinging to a conifer where the highway divides - freezing my nuts off and having an asmtha attack.
I remember grabbing his arm and gushing tearfully: "This is a nightmare; I absolutely MUST get to a poetry meeting in Wallasey."
Quick as a flash, and with a grin big enough to accommodate a whole Burton's Wagon Wheel without blistering the chocolate-flavoured coating, he replied: "Now THAT'S what I call an emergency!"'




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