This time without hair,
To Baldy Go!
I have ceased to be bold. My shell cracked a long time ago and it’s not a laughing matter. I managed to avoid “Yoke” just to save the groans. So the modern world greets me as Mother Nature intended, not exactly naked, but without armour.
I was boldly going, or going boldly, depending upon your preference or adherence to the ever-changing rules of grammar. But few others cared to go where I was going. Let me set the record straight, it was not Wales as that is to be concluded sometime in the future. But, future is a clue. I was travelling in time again.
James Tiberius Kirk, you have never been to Scarborough!
Old Kirky Boy had done an awful lot of trekking as was evidenced by his weekly outings in the 1960s. He went to planets where the well-proportioned female aliens were green, blue, red, purple…the list is…
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