Why hast thou not fulfilled ones promise to the multitudes of b-ski that thou shall publish the adventures of the Failsworth 40 & Gatwick 1 in movie format?
I am truly disappointed, and after consulting the good Lord Lewis during our ale consumption last eve, it has cast doubt over your peerage and right to the title of Sir bestowed by my good self.
Therefore thou shalt know be known as Bell seller Dave of Limeside.
What sayeth thee Earl Wakey, I have these last days toiled over parchments of our adventures to the foreign lands, spent endless sleepless nights riding back and forth to the great keepers of the internet to get them to display my wondrous story of our adventure and this is the thanks i get, oh ye of little faith. When my story is issued forth unto the minions of pamps, i shall be heralded a genius and a leader of men, not some back street bell ringer with the looks of a leprosy eaten priest ...
What sayeth thee Earl Wakey, I have these last days toiled over parchments of our adventures to the foreign lands, spent endless sleepless nights riding back and forth to the great keepers of the internet to get them to display my wondrous story of our adventure and this is the thanks i get, oh ye of little faith. When my story is issued forth unto the minions of pamps, i shall be heralded a genius and a leader of men, not some back street bell ringer with the looks of a leprosy eaten priest who, if he let rip in the bath, would disintegrate before your very eyes into a pool of poo. No say i, it will be worth the wait and anyway all talked of ski-ing has all but dried up, so when my story is issued about our adventures it will be a joyous occasion for all, steeped in memories of happy japes, merriment and jousting. Hoorah for Sir Mustang i say.