Hopefully I won't get wiped out by a trakterrr or a fucking, twatting, bastard, cocksucking, tosspot wanker of a caravan on the epic journey down there, but if I do, Blogworld knows my wishes when it comes to my funeral: stay away unless you've got the shoulderpads to carry the coffin.
Check in for updates of my holiday; I'm sure those Norfolkfolk have plenty up their sleeves to keep my busy on here.
Ooower-eeewer.
I'll leave you with this to ponder over:
Any ideas?
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