Like me great uncle's mate, twice over on me old man's side. He lived in Latvia when the red wave came crashing. A gentle easterly wind took 'is old fella right off. Spent the rest of 'is days in the fields, cursing them turnips.
Like me great uncle's mate, twice over on me old man's side. He lived in Latvia when the red wave came crashing. A gentle easterly wind took 'is old fella right off. Spent the rest of 'is days in the fields, cursing them turnips.
Cor blimey, his missus 'ad a right soft spot for 'im, that’s a fact. 'E grew the best turnips the Soviets ever saw. Went out doin' what he loved, carving turnips into sharp bits and hurlin' 'em at little beetles. But 'e got his big toe mixed up for a stag and soon enough, the gangrene kicked in, innit!