I picked up a national treasure at the M6 services at midnight on a Thursday. It was a question of survival. She was my last defence against sleep and I must have been the only numpty in Lancashire who had no idea who she was. Continue reading
I picked up a national treasure at the M6 services at midnight on a Thursday. It was a question of survival. She was my last defence against sleep and I must have been the only numpty in Lancashire who had no idea who she was. Continue reading