Playing dead in Oundle
Today I went to Oundle to take photographs.


"You owe us £1" one of the boys shouted.
"For taking our photo." shouted the other. Then they ran away to play dead over grave stones.
Kids eh?

Look I'm sorry I'm boring you to death with stuff that doesn't involve sex, drugs, rock and roll or violence. But I can tell you that I have found yet another roll of bacofoil on my back door step. Other than that it's been a quiet weekend.
Sleep on dudes
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