Revvin’ up the HR194…
Hmm, strange times. Recently I’ve been inclined, like most of you out there I’m guessing, to buy stuff on that internet.
No real bother, I’ve even sold a couple of brother Bill’s flock, sight unseen (apart from a few digital pictures of course) to nice blokes up and down the parish. In a moment of madness I even bought a 56-year-old scoot from Alan in, oh, somewhere ‘darn sarf’, I forget where. I felt like I’d missed out, because although we spoke
