Dammit. I thought you were the other kind of tramp who Rod Stewart and x00 American Rawk bands used to sing about.
I appreciate this is probably worse.
I'm not rushing, I'll log on at some point, I'll get a ticket wherever I end up. None of this really matters because I'M GOING TO WEMBLEY TO SEE OXFORD IN THE L1 PLAY OFF FINAL!
The smell of tomatoes hung in the air.
"No, no idea at all son, sorry", mumbled Inspector Tubby as he wiped the red residues from the corners of his mouth.