Is Mecannylad just another Townie on a collision course with the countryside? Can he hack it in the bracing air of the fabulous Peak District? Will he survive amongst the farming set and their prize winning friesians? ....... This staunch Geordie carries fond memories from the gritty back streets of 1960`s Tyneside when a Big Mac was nothing more than a raincoat, a joint was only the Sunday roast and going all the way was simply staying on the bus until the terminus.
The worst insult ever.
Cheezuz ...... If there’s a worst insult Mecannylad doesn’t know of it.
I have just been told by my drinking pal in the village pub that he’d trust his wife to spend an evening alone with me !!!!