Found one sleeping rough in a tonne bag (cubic mtr bag) when we was shooting in woodland, heard him coughing and we approached the bag, poor fecker was sleeping rough in the midddle of woodland surounded by bottles of diamond white cider
Gave him a roll up, cup of tea and a cheese cob, sad
I,v often wondered who that was , cheers Webby , the cheese cob was mingin BTW
And your breath was stanly :sick: :sick:
Stanley ..
sorry stanley,ok you can have 2 sugars next time and pickle on yer cob