Anyway, while I'm awake and finally not knocked out on goodness knows what the NHS offered, and not corrupted by bacteria......what's this Mr. bloggy-bloggy Baba? Apparently some blond haired, big boobie'd imposter from Blue Peter was doing the OMM?? What are you doing corrupting my good name with a younger lady?
I lay there in the what seemed the teeniest tent on the whole overnight camp (it f*cking was) with my team mates feet sinking in my face (sorry Jim, they didn't stink...couldn't tell, I stunk more) but mentioned so many times Baba would at least for-fill jealous dreams, where were you? Jim reassureed me, it was OK, as you were snuggled/loved up with Blackett, probably with things like extra socks
Much love Mr. Babax
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