PATRICK WRIGHT (Born 1945)

YOUR BLOODY IDIOT, GORDON! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE THAT CORNER SO FAST! PERHAPS IT'S SIMPLY RUN OUT OF PETROL, DEAR. ''I WISH YOU'D BE LIKE OTHER JOGGERS AND JOG OUTSIDE, DARLING!'
THE PERILS OF PICKING ONES NOSE. 'BUT DAD! I DON NASTY SANTA:  A MISSILE ATTACK
MUMMY! DADDY'S FOUND MILLIONS OF TINY LITTLE CRABS IN HIS BATH WATER! NASTY SANTA:  'BOMBING RUN' NOW PUT YOUR LEFT ARM UNDER YOUR LEFT KNEE AND BRING YOUR HAND ROUND TO GRASP YOUR RIGHT ANKLE. THAT'S GOOD! NOW, SUPPORTING YOUR BODY ON YOUR RIGHT HAND, SWING YOUR BODY
THE MASTER OF THE HOUNDS   

PATRICK WRIGHT (Born 1945)

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