Dad
Dad and I were walking along Welsh walls, slightly faster than Mr x and his short but deadly side-kick, Mr y.
I use X and Y because these fellas were notoriously hard skinheads and if by some chance they are not in prison, it would not be wise for me to disclose their names in this blog.
Dad thought they looked ridiculous and deemed it best to let them know that they were not to his liking.
"Oi, you." Dad shouted.
Oh shit, I thought, knowing who they were. We all stopped walking.
"What?" asked Mr x
"Your pooh smells"
I don't remember any more of the story because I've never run so hard in my life.
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