02-03-12, 03:51 PM
I got my bike form a lovely fella in a wee toon called Stanley, down near Newcastle. I got the bus down and was planning to ride back up (assuming I bought the bike). When I got there, he had made up the spare bed for me to stop the night if I wanted to. What a nice act of human kindness, I though anyway. I took the bike off his hands and the rest is...History.
Not quite sure what to do with my early mid-life crisis. Ideas on a post card to P.O.BOX 150...