Yes, I've thought of riding the last few miles of other FNRTsouthend, but the alarum clock gets ignored as you pass by*.
<cracks open another beers and considers a weight loss program>
*What's the old Smuggler's Poem by Rudyard Kippling?
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
