Dear Tony, drummer known for reasons obvious in a glance as “Whippet”, did you ever escape from Hartshead Moor services on the M62, where we (intolerant drunken bastards) left you in the middle of the night and a cotton jacket and a snowstorm, all because we imagined you were an utter twat? We are so sorry, and will come to look for you soonish.
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I never knew you could escape from Hull to Leeds via the M62. Hull is never mentioned on the signs when you’re driving east from Liverpool. Nor on the M60 but I could be wrong about the latter as I get off at Leeds. I should think Whippet’s succumbed to the cold by now. So, you can stop worrying.
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http://oreneta.com/kalebeul/2004/11/24/welcome-to-kalebeul/ – I’d record it were I not so seasonally pulmonarious this morning.
Hartshead sounded familiar, but I have never had much idea.