Saint's been begging me to post some pictures of London. Here's one to start with; The Tattersall Castle, recently arrived from a cruise to Cardiff......
Here's another picture Saint has requested. Mrs. Saint and Fastshow in a Polish 'Spot-the-Ball' competition with the Godfather of Socialism, Communism, and, um, there's another but I've forgotten it, Karl Marx.
Karl Marx wasn't actually there, he died in the 1880's. Highgate Cemetery innit. Ghoulish.
Lita, you might need to help your bairn in our Polish spot-the-ball compo, it's a tricky one.
Actually, the amount it would cost to send a package, it wouldn't be worth it. I don't have any poundage, but I'm sure the few bottles I have will cover the postage. Look for a postcard.
We had a whip-round and sent Saint to finishing school with the .62p we collected.
Bit of a waste of money, though, as you can see by the picture. Saint needs no help finishing roast dinners.
As you will also notice, shortly after the picture was taken, Saint was beaten so badly by a bunch of South-East London yobboes his face was completely disfugured.