Saturday, 22 December 2007

Taxi Driver, Kangaroo Court

At the barbershop, a guy walked in, pulled down his hood and said,

"Can you sort this? I watched Taxi Driver last night when I was drunk."



I got back to Wellingborough, tired and hung over, and was drafted in to act as the defence lawyer at a light hearted Kangaroo Court at the rugby club. The old combination of Owen and Dave went down a storm. I'm a good sidekick.

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