Little has been seen of a group of cyclists last seen waiting for Oakley to catch them on a ride amongst the villages of Bedfordshire. Reports of liver abuse - a result of excessive consumption of apple based alcoholic beverage - spread through whispers from other more sober invitees to the Ole MacDonald hospitality trough.
Unusually subdued, Oaker's skull warmer refused it's normal breakfast of millionaire shortbread and chamomile tea - spreading a lacklustre sheen across the Oaker's gurning grin.
Search parties found little sign of survival, bar one rusting steed, decaying as a tree grew through it waiting for the cyclist that never came!!
Thats where Ole McDonalds chopper ended up. Tree hugging at Marston Woods is no good for him.
ReplyDeleteYou have to be telepathic to cycle with this lot. You all deserve to hang around twiddling your thumbs whilst I guess which way you are going next!!
Mine is normally a Chili Tea. Chamomile can be usefully rubbed into the chamois of your shorts - it beats Bongela!!