Into the northern region of Canada, at the close of the nineteenth century, rode Dudley Do-Right of the Mounties, lonely defender of justice and fair play: handsome, brave, daring... and hopelessly lost.
So there you go Okhropir, my friend… something “fun” as promised before I go, and a wee bit o’the Scottish Enlightenment too! Never let it be said that I’m not an obliging fellow…
Bright and early tomorrow, I’m off to get my new bionic hip. With a bit of luck, I should be back by the middle of the month.
Here’s the fun that’s in store for me. Yikes! Pretty grisly shit.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Posted by Red Tory at 12:50 AM