Went up to Penrith to see my dear, daft Mum. Her cries at not having seen me in almost 2 months ringing loudly with Scottish Brogue in my ears, only barely drowned out by the steady thrum of the Toranas engine and gibberish driveline as i gunned along the M4 at some guessed speed that felt more right than what the darkened not completely functional
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YER DEAR OLD MUM !!!!!!!!
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haha, good post.
And those photos are quite relevant to my interests.
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that pic gives u a really good idea of the size of the site, considering thats only 1/2 of it!!
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Say hi to your mom for me, she is totally cool.
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PS Got ousted today by one of the journalists as a clanner.... one of Skunks' friends. Funny getting asked if I'm a clanner in a lift in the Hilton, by someone I've known for ages, who somehow now knows one of the other sides of the PR chick...
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Its almost kinda creepy how you n Skunk no so many likewise people. Six degrees at its finest :D I can almost visualize your giggiling response to the query 'Erm, do you like, go down Storm Drains?'
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