Sam and I were doing a bit of channelling when we came across a large chap who was waving a large belt… Some kind of trophy! There was also some kind of pungent smell that was playing havoc with my olfactory nerves. Sometimes it was the unmistakable smell of leather, other times there was the smell of sweat and now and again there was that awful smell of aftershave… 1970s I reckon, what do you think Sam?
I can see motorcycles and I'm seeing the letters BS… Could this mean that I am talking BS or is it that person… No, no… This person is greeting this heavyweight into Paradise.
Yes we know what you mean 'Enry!