Here we are again, holiday time. When most of us can get away from work, except me, who else.
Sitting minding my own business outside of Scandals bar in Can Picafort last week what should pull up in front of me, a pool car, was it someone spying on me maybe. I know I can be a bit of a whingeing bugger, but hey, there are limits.
Talking of cars, I see that Tricky Dicky has bought another car. Has he got a rich woman hidden away somewhere? I've also noticed that he is the only man I know whose cars top speed is higher than his own I.Q.
