On Thursday evening a crack litter picking team was sent to longleat forest by the BCC Committee for litter dropping crimes they didn't commit. These men (and a woman) promptly went about picking litter all over the Longleat estate whilst riding bikes and doing skids. Today, still trying to work out why so many people left bags of poo all over the place, they survive as riders of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... The BCC Litter Picking Team-crew-gang.
Al, who had spent most of the evening wearing an unnecessary amount of jewellery and talking street, was keen to comment that "I ain't gettin' on no plane!" though we, like you, have no idea what the hell he was going on about.
Chas Thursfield, who organised the pick declined to comment on Al's oddness but was heard saying "I love it when a plan comes together" on a number of occasions.
Say, are we a groovy, happenin' bunch o' guys, or what?