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itchy pig


I went on a scout camp once, and we had this (how could he be anything other?) slightly crazy scout leader, that wore shorts all the time, and usually a hat, not a scout beret, but instead a sort of Mick ‘Crocodile’ Dundee sort of affair. I prided myself on being one of the least …

Everyone likes a decent holiday, don’t they. Me, I love visiting places- it’s just the getting there that bothers me. You see, I’m scared of flying. Not just scared though, like properly terrified. I have to go to America sometimes, and in the weeks running up to it, I can barely sleep, become sullen and irritable, in …