Imagine the scene:
WHSmiths at South Lanark Services, Glenys is driving because my near toe amputation, she heads to the soft drinks stand and comes away with a can of drink. Monster Energy Drink. She turns to me and says “You started it!” When she gets in the car and I ask what type it is. She looks at me, quite manically, and just says “RIPPER”.
The next couple of hours will be entertaining with the driver on a heady cocktail of barely legal stimulants.
Now Tig and Glen are talking about making me go to the Pencil Museum. I don’t mind admitting I’m a bit scarred.
Help me please.
Stewey.