(04-02-2018, 03:48 PM)Charliecat5 Wrote: As the dust settled, a little old lady pulling her shopping trolley gave me a funny look, popping my bubble, leaving me feeling a little bit silly standing on my lonesome at the closed gates of Harveys yard. Seventeen miles on the nose.
The only thing silly about the situation is that you've not entered The Moyleman ... clearly you're ready for it. Come on, Dunc, make this the year!