Toddington Ted
Agreed, you were never the keen sporting type, but your stout physique provided you with plenty of warmth on the aircrew survival course, while the Welsh racing snake succumbed to hypothermia on the second night and proceeded to grizzle his way through the rest of the week.
You as I recall chortled your way through the New Forest stroll, lost an admirable 14 pounds, and swiftly replaced it with copious quantities of Sam Smiths once we arrived at Leeming.
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