Oi - Mickey 191 - if you are in this thread, shove off NOW.

At 62 I am probably still a pup, but I have taken on board the advice

    NEVER TRUST A FART.

My beloved an I were heading into Town to do the |Marks shop and I let a fart. I thought it was a fart. Guess what ?

Fortunately there was a garage nearby (US - Filling station ? Gasoline place ?)so I could do what I thought was going to be a quick cleany-up job. No such luck. Had it just been me underpants I could have flushed them away and picked a five-pack up at Marks. No such luck.

Once I was nice and clean and shiny again, courtesy of clean undies, clean chinos and a wire brush, in Town I went to the saddlers and picked up a lovely leather 'man-bag' such as the Eyetalian men carry. It goes everywhere with me now. It contains my bus-pass, keys, a pen, a glass so that if I come across any coins that take me fancy I can scrutinise them ; but most importantly - clean undies and some wet wipes.

Once over 55 - NEVER TRUST A FART.