Got up this afternoon smelling offensive but don't know if it was the cheese or the 'inexpensive' perfume from the groupie I picked up in the hotel lobby last night, but she left before I woke up (with my wallet) and left me with a collar covered in red lipstick and one heck of a hangover. I was gonna stay in the lounge tonight and count my blessings until a rather large burly man approached me, demanding the balance I owed on my apparent large loss at cards last night. So, grabbing a rather large tip from a nearby table I ran for the door on my way to the airfield,
I'm off again, baton resting comfortably in the map pocket of my newly repaired Fox.
LFML to LIBR