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| The Doc and the Jock, aka the driver and the skiver |
Last week I presented a photograph of these two fine specimens of masculine virility without any explanation as to who they were or what they were doing with two cross-dressing ladies from the good ship SS Carabinieri. Truth is, I do not know what they were doing in that particular pose on that particular day, but the Hercule Poirot in me has detected that the photo above was taken on the same day. They seem to be advising the photographer on which aperture to use in order to get those hats in. Well, they are two fine hats.
Let me introduce Andy and Gary. These gentlemen prefer dykes to bikes (as demonstrated in photo 1) but do enjoy driving aimlessly around Ireland looking for lost cyclists in between tent erecting and cooking. Oh yes, from breakfast to barbeque, cornflakes to corn dogs, toast or roast, Heston and Marco Pierre, as they prefer to be known, will cater for your voracious appetite and then make sure you have somewhere to sleep. Just be careful not to ask for seconds as the connotations associated with that terminology could be dangerous. Ask them about their exquisite blood sausage - a black pudding to rival the best that Clonakilty has to offer.
There will be no hunger pangs with the Non-Hairy MiniBus Drivers, and that's a cert. Would you dare?
LLL
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