using the sweat from David Beckham's jersey as he
frantically tried to wipe the dried blood from his brow...
He stood back to survey the scene and ponder what his left had been like up to this point....
and then he pondered his right
and shrugged his shoulder and thought who did eat his last .....................
rolo, he had saved that from his journey through space and his mouth watered at the thought of it...
then he picked up his paddle and carried on his way down the murky..........
stream, amidst all the weeds and undergrowth, when hark! what is the sound?
It seemed to be coming from a big tree at the side of the bank.
He was not alone afterall. How long had Gary Barlow been there? What had he seen? ...