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here are my thoughts for Saturday Chepstow Trafic Control Ruling Reef Mark The Book Massini Sunset (NAP) Magnifico Alt Quattrocentro Kiltimony Ayr Scolboa Music Man Corlande Kempski (NAP) Dancer Serenade Soul Angel Another Rum Turbo Island Sandown Bakbenscher Fresh Air and Fun I Have Dreamed Moorlands Terri Song of Songs (NAP) Phar Again Good Luck if your having a Bet i will put a Cheltenham Thread up for Tuesdays racing (the start of the meeting) Are we still all up for the Comp that Nando started and i said i would score ?

When Simon came upon us, he made us turn our heads with a million sorrys on a hundred different threads. But what really made me giggle, the thing I loved the most was how he typed his signature on every single post. And then he told the story of the baylifts and the debt, and every time we read the tale, more thick the plot would get. There was far more to this story than a bill to Vodafone that he didn't have the dough to pay (and couldn't get a loan). The second time I read the thread he tells of his backpacking around Europe with the tinkers and their cheques for the tarmacing which Si would bank, no questions asked, and paid a small amount by the gypos; in return he'd give more cash than they could count. I chuckled at the irony. He's not called 'Green' for nothing, but lots of other forumites believed that he was bluffing. How could any lad not know that banking massive stacks of cash would mean quite clearly he was liable for the tax? I couldn't wait to read of the next chapter in this saga. I went into the kitchen and grabbed myself a lager. I got comfy, put my feet up and read his thread quite leisurely and discovered that he claimed to owe 3 million to the treasury. An appointment at the Law Centre ensued in quite a hurry where he met a kindly briefy type who told him not to worry. This came as a relief to Si, and skinted to the max asked FleaBay for a buyer for his printer and his axe. Though times were tough for Si, some solace could be found. He still had a great companion, his beloved trusty hound. Until one day when his front door was rattled by some knocks which he answered to discover on his step a gang of grocks. An enormous row kicked off, and the chavs kicked Simon's butt then hotfooted down the road along with Simon's dozy mutt. So why was Simon's dog kidnapped? What could be the reason? Well, the canny thieves were tipped off that the dog was now in season. They want to mate and impregnate the sorry little critter, so she'd pop out loads of puppies and then they could sell the litter. And they seem the types who look dead hard (who've never had a job) and what is ferocious than a pit bull on the blob?