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Baldrick
Guest
As I sit at my study window, the trout are rising in the tiny brooke that flows gently past my orchard, the gurgling of the brooke as it tumbles effortlessly on to the deeper pool is the only sound on this mild mid summers evening.
One more glass of the best Napolian brandy, before I go round to greasy Jacks for a great big fcuk off plate of chips peas and gravy.
The strains of Carmina Burana by Orff are being played on the radio, my favourite tune.
One more glass of the best Napolian brandy, before I go round to greasy Jacks for a great big fcuk off plate of chips peas and gravy.
The strains of Carmina Burana by Orff are being played on the radio, my favourite tune.