coomsey:
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They liked their Guys
So did I, once camped out with mine outside a cemetary near Inverness, the police knocked on the door at midnight and told me of some digs where I could get a proper bed just down the road. I refused, with thanks, and, with a last look at the comfortable bed across the seats and bonnet, and the cosy colour matched curtains around a proper rail, he wished me goodnight and departed. 