Glasgow based filthy property speculator with three daughters. Chess playing, food-loving, Francophile Cavalier King Charles lover with a heavy emphasis on doing as little as possible
Friday, March 23, 2007
What's the next line?
The Worder arrived in the village at the winter solstice. No one saw him arrive. From one moment to the next he simply appeared.
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The shortest day became the longest nightmare as he sprayed over every house anagrams of the phrase "All roads lead to Leamington Spa"
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