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over a year ago
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My horn has been knackered since a pheasant flew into the front of my bike......turns out it was just a wiring problem.......now fixed and under control 
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The story so far; it was winter in the lumber camp, as camp lumber Betty "Frenchy" Marsden. He of the eyes like burning coals, and a nose like a faggot, strode into the bunkhouse and confronted the notorious camp foreman, Kenneth 'Vancouver Jack' Williams- "Where is she?" He rasped. "Who?" snarled Vancouver Jack. "You know who I mean", responded Frenchy, "I mean Eskimo Nell, played by Bill 'Blubberlips' Pertwee, coated in bear grease". Vancouver Jack snatched up his old saw, played by old sore Hugh Paddick, with a set of rusty teeth- "If I can't have her nobody shall", he cried, sobbed, wiped his eye and sang two choruses of 'My Yiddishe Mamma'. Meanwhile on top of a nearby mountain a lean grey menacing form silhouetted against the sky, raised its head to the moon and dismally howled.......
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