I nearly Drove the Ruddy Fire Engine Myself
Now then, those visitors already familiar with some of the
other articles on the site will know that, yes, I found love
last year, but it involved me taking on the role as step dad. I
wasn't really up for that, to be honest. It can be best summed
up as: I fell in love but at a cost.
I was a bachelor boy and I don't mean in the way that Sir Cliff
ruddy Richard is. No, that's just unnatural and deeply
disturbing bachelorhood (!) I mean, I was one of the boys down
the bar, shooting pool and giving my liver a nervous breakdown.
But, there we are, I was in love so a young boy and girl became
my step-kids. To be honest, I'm young at heart. It's an
advantage. (I think the pickling of my liver weirdly also
preserved my mind in a suspended perpetual youthful look on
life. Pickled and preserved, I think they call it