I'm going to find out if I have them soon, as I'm all packed for our 30th Anniversary cruise round the Med, and ready to head for Southampton.
Cats are "doing porridge" and the car is checked out and ready to roll. Ahead for the next 3 days and nights is a sail across the stormy Bay of Biscay and round the Iberian peninsular to Gibraltar, a land I fully expect to be stuck in the 1960s and consist of odd pseudo-British accents, red telephone boxes and bobbies in pointed helmets..............
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Cynical 1960's Copper to "Teddy boy"
"Ere, son do your toes go to the end of those pointed shoes?"
Teddy boy,
No, but does your head go to the top of that pointed helmet?"
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Oh yes, and the Barbary apes.....
Perhaps they'll fit us with sea legs on the quayside (hope it doesn't hurt!)
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