Having had the pleasure, ney..... honour of an invite to the highly acclaimed Goose a while ago I was intrigued to see a fine selection of female under garments (much lace and not a lot of cloth) fixed to the ceiling. The 'locals' seemed terribly proud about them and claimed that the garments were given freely by a series of devastatingly gorgeous young filleys in exchange for rides in the mighty F3 or for the simple pleasure of being surrounded by the bronzed adonis' that crew such marvellous machines. Indeed, on many of the lacy things there were messages penned by the young ladies pronouncing their undying admiration of all things F3.
One strange thing though - all the messages appeared to be in the same pen and in the same handwriting - couldn't work that out.
