Note to all future guests, who may accompany us on walks up the Wrekin/Long Mynd etc:
When you hit the steep climbs and start slowing, falling back, wheezing, snorting, spitting, clutching at trees and your chest, remember that with every single step you are making me feel better about myself and going up tenfold in my estimation of your virtues as a human being.
If on the other hand you trot up like Daryl and Iain did the other day, leaving me in a melting heap of my own lard....
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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