bbc, a large one , quick, no deliveries today, the tanker got rearended by a white van, then there were the floods in the UK, the boss can't understand why my delivery route keeps changing and it looks like the Tavern might move again soon. Plus Rick's set an entrance exam. I'm going to give up this life, go to S.America and learn the tiple or go south and blow up a possum or go to Oz and get the digeridoo players to teach me circular breathing on the kazoo.
I used to think Mr Rick ["I though I told you never to sing that (or anything), Roger"] and I had similar tastes: music, humour, now I find out he's a trekker! Gimme another, I'm gettin' maudlin.