Fred Trueman was sat on the adjacent table of a train from me once, was the Swansea to Manchester train. Also a miserable, curmudgeonly Yorky **** but he was ok with it I suppose. It was Fred Trueman for ****s sake! He just needed his pipe and tweed and that would have been it. Not sure whether i was reading a book at the time, probably a newspaper.
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That must be it. Reading fairytales in between sniffing some dusty gusset and knitting each other's pubes.
I neglect my kids, don't have proper relationships with women, they are the time killers, plus I live my life with the motto 'Why do today, what you can do tommorow, shame tomorrow never comes' All this results in lots of time to read books
