Thanks for all replies and FP. Please enjoy this true story as a token of my appreciationMany moons ago in Bognor Regis.
Chased by autograph-hunting schoolboys on the busy high street, portly Patrick Moore clumsily barged into me, crushing my foot. Barely recognisable with his wire whiskers, furry arms and legs and a long tail. He was wearing a velvet waistcoat with lace collar and a wide brim hat with ostrich plume. By way of an apology, he simply stated that he was 'dressed as a town mouse' before scurrying off.
The encounter lasted for about 7 seconds, the bruises about 7 days, the lolz forever.
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Chased by autograph-hunting schoolboys on the busy high street, portly Patrick Moore clumsily barged into me, crushing my foot. Barely recognisable with his wire whiskers, furry arms and legs and a long tail. He was wearing a velvet waistcoat with lace collar and a wide brim hat with ostrich plume. By way of an apology, he simply stated that he was 'dressed as a town mouse' before scurrying off.
The encounter lasted for about 7 seconds, the bruises about 7 days, the lolz forever.