Sunday February 24, 2008 Blog: Tak The Tyke
What is it about scoots at night that just says, 'McDonald's'?
Blog: Moby Rechristens The Honda Airblade
Father Christmas is a lazy fat knacker. He didn't manage to make it to my house until last night, a whole two months late. But sure enough, I opened my garage door this morning to find that the mythical old bastard had excelled himself.
Sitting there...
