Not just in need of spectacles, mind. [Chuckling] Not a wee bit short sighted. Errol Trabbet couldn’t see a bloody thing, and he’d been driving a bus for West Midlands Travel for almost 4 years when they relised. [Stumbling over lung-deep guffaws] He probably wasn’t blind when he started, mind you, because he learnt the routes well enough, but after while that flaming loon was driving from pure memory. [Tears are streaming down Truncheon’s jowels by now, as he laughs uncontrollably at this memory]
The Uborgy’s greatest moment: finally forcing the Doctor to start a weblog.
Also, estee has, as always, insightful [deleted typo: inciteful] words on the subject of guest-performing at Uborka.
And, I think when I get to 1000 poems, I will stop.