Tomorrow I jet off again - does this man never stop with his global misadventures, making Lord Alan Wicker-Basket seem a mere ferryman? I hear you ask, - to the infamous Knockke aerodrome, en route to visiting my inheritance.It wouldn't be Christmas without being force-fed from dawn till dusk by me dear oul mammy, and touring the wilds of Clonmuckmurry and environs to explore the superb variety of Guinness on offer with me dear old pa.
I will return laden with gifts for all!
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