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.
Even with the obligatory enhancement of retro-fitted headlights she’s still just a battered old Transit.
It's that time of year when we have to suffer the inconvenience of temporary barmaids. You're in for an eyeful if ever you come down to Mecannylad's Peak District local in the next couple of weeks. What a stunner.
Hair arranged with a pitchfork; blouse worn only for ventilation purposes: the demeanour of a woman who thinks she’s left the gas on at home.
Bless .... even with the obligatory enhancement of retro-fitted headlights she’s still just a battered old Transit.