Wolves

 

There we were, in some kind of biker go-down in 1996 and it was New Years Eve, high spirits, right? And there I was in a blazer and regimental tie, pretty snappy. So one thing leads to another, "Happy New Year fella!" And enormous 8' tall biker bloke replies, "Is it, fkr!"

We look each other in the eye, me staring upwards, obviously, and there's a moment of, what can we say, friction. Will this end well or not? And it does. "Errrr, leave 'im alone, he's called Adolf, he's alright." And so I was. Curiously, I was the last man standing at that party, tie and all. Can't let the regiment down, what?

Cheers,

LSP

Musical Interlude - James Road

All hail the legendary TS McPhee and his mighty Groundhogs. I caught a few gigs, lots of Colors, sortta thing. As in, "What you lookin' at, fckr!" Pan to regimental tie and straight in the eye, "Happy New Year, pal."

Whatever, rock on,

LSP