Will you all please just stop it?
It's at the other end of the country. I have enough bikes. My stoker won't fit. I've just sold a load of tandem parts. There's no more room in the SEEKRIT BUNKER. I don't want to die without having climbed Alpe d'Huez.
Fatters - you have it.
Please?
Charlotte? Hun?
It might be at the other end of the country but in a couple of weeks you are coming up to Manchester for a
Gruppenfuhrers' committee meeting. If you were to ask
very nicely I could be persuaded to assist you in the picking up of this gorgeous creation that you don't want and haven't got room for . . . <searches for 'innocent, whistling smiley'/>
Honest! It's no bother, I'm not working that day and Mrs Torslanda - she of the horned helmet and heavy metal breastplate - says I would only be under her feet so we could, at a pinch, get to Embra and back in a shade over six hours or so.
Should I shut up? Or just keep running?
luv'n'stuff
J