Texan oil rigger 'Big Pete' Misjlen was busying himself in his tomato shed when up the garden path came pezzynot@postmaster.co.uk . alright? big pete asked the inquisitive one. He liked the summer. the early morning dew glistened off the veranda of his bush shack like a new rainbow. JIMJIM mcClean was well renowned for having a flutter on the dogs and a temper of a pregnant male rhino and it was not long before pete was shouting for ma perrott to come to re subdue the god with chloroform as he had noticed the deflated status of petes scooter x wheels. jim didn't like violence against ladies. in the attic of the shack next door (3 miles south) was uncle Pablo Dihossefat and he was milking his herd of his lizards. In his attic was Tim 'not my pint' Collins who although being 9.33 am was already quite drunk on lager and lime calippos. what a day it promised to be, especially as ma perrott was putting in a fresh batch of coconut bread in the oven, and local legend Gareth O'Yllier! was due back from papua new guinea any second...
