Took young Growler jnr. out for a last day of freedom treat this morning, to the Langoflen

steam railway that runs to Carog.
Bloody gear it is, but the train was packed full of grizzly grinning dribbling blue rinsed bearded old wimmen and geezers, and a variety of insane old gits that all scowled at me for daring to enter their new found teenage free space.
Look you dozy old bastards, they haven't gone back to school yet, so PISS OFF....until tomorrow or soon after, and then you can all sit wherever you like in the knowledge that we parents are slaving our guts out whilst you nod off doing your bloody croachering.
Munters.
Told this mob to fuckin' shoot me if I end up like most of that lot, bloody cardigan, baggy beige shorts wearing, white socks clad, wrinkly old tossers.
