#88978 - Al and me was sat in the bar at the Flying Horse supping a few bevvies, just after that story about pedos came out, Fucking hell Johnno! Al said, That's that fucking Saville cunt. Have to dig the cunt up and hang him then, says Al. It was all right for a train, except I was expecting there to be some booze on sale, and there was just a fucking trolley and sandwiches that cost an arm and a leg and coffee, all right an old codger on a push bike would have gone faster but the scenery was different to the back yards round our way, and there was a fucking great big railway engine down in a fucking field what crashed off the line a while back which didn't do me guts much good and the company didn't do much for me, bloke and his missus a couple of old dears and the local priest.