The best bloke for stories was a little gypsy fella I used to knock about with who was called Yorkie. He was a lovely bloke, covered in hollow gold and his mrs looked like Lou Ferrigno if he'd been dipped in orange paint and then covered in Cash Converters entire gold chain display. He used to like his dogs and chickens and brought a little staff with him one night for some sport. He drank and drank and drank and started telling me the breeding of this staff "1/4 bull mastiff 1/4 greyhound, 1/4 patterdale, 1/4 staff, 1/4 great dane, 1/4 airedale and 1/4 bull mastiff." He also swore blind that