Boorman makes my day
This morning I was given a late late birthday present. A signed copy of Charley Boormans' new book, By Any Means!
Hooray!
I think I might love Charley Boorman a little bit. I think quite a lot of men do. A friend of mine wants to grow his hair into an unruly mop just like Charleys unruly mop.
I suppose its all about escapism. About being a bit posh and devil may care and apparently unhindered by the everyday constraints we face.
Whatever. He wished me a happy birthday and added a smiley face.
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I think Charley might smell of oil and trousers a bit but that's okay.
His handwriting is bad. That's okay though too. He was busy messing about with motorbikes and ferrets as a child instead of concentrating on handwriting.