That's pretty much the worst-case-scenario that was going through my mind when I took the pic.And it's a mystery I never solved, as the wind snapped at my trousers and the questions squirmed through my mind.
Cos my mate finished up his grail-nonsense in the former guts of the castle and it became time to fuck off to the pub.
(Cos my mate finished up his grail-nonsense in the former guts of the castle and it became time to fuck off to the pub.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 8 May 2011, 10:41,
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it was probably abandoned while they went for a walkwhere it would've been too much of a hassle to drag the buggy. just left it and picked it up on the way back.
we used to do it all the time
(we used to do it all the time
real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy,
Sun 8 May 2011, 12:18,
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