Channelling my inner Matt McGinn. ON YOUR BIKE (AGAIN) The Norman Tebbit special was still in the Bike Shed, so I went back to work in England just like Boris said. I pedalled fast and furious down roads all marked South, maintaining social distancing hardly opening my mouth. I reached the Sawmill in Manchester but never got past the door. They said that I'd been sacked over forty years before. My mood darkened further, I found my tyres were flat. The bosses shouted, "Stay Alert, you stupid Scottish twat." SHUG HANLAN
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