Author, poet, alcoholic and bamboozle-brained Mikhail Steedenski, currently abiding in between Alsace, Bordeaux, Burgundy, Beaujolais, Champagne, Cotes du Rhone and the Loire Valley in his never ending search for sex, profit, the return of Communism and the perfect Claret, who was himself planning his own escape from a €2342 a week Paris Alcohol Rehab Clinic, pointed out the similarities between Ronald Biggs escape in 1965, compared to Inchcock’s failed escape from his parents dilapidated home in 1952.
Well you just about nailed it, save for the fact I have the misfortune of waking up on this island most morns!
I appreciate your particular qualities and frustrations more than you’ll ever not know. I think… Hehe!
Clever ones know to take their inspirations from whence they come. No bad ideas, eh?! Mostly just poor executions. (Oops! Perhaps that isn’t the best word when speaking of prisoners….)
Hehe, your right all the same Weggieboy. Hope the furries are doing well mate. TTFN
They just got clipped at the groomer, and Dougy must have moved his head at the wrong time because half his whiskers got trimmed, too!
Hahaha, bless him. Hope he’s got enough whiskers left so he can get into his hiding holes easily? Cheers.
I can barely tell the difference!
I got a bit confused missen Marissa. Hehe! Like yer new photo by the way. TTFN pet.
Of course!