Good morning, and hello from the wilds of Aberdeenshire. I am here visiting my parents and brother who is home from the States for a couple of weeks. It’s weird being back somewhere you grew up, seeing places you used to spend lots of time doing various disreputable things. Drinking cider in the park, smoking in the school car park, rampaging around the village, drunk, and in various other states of inebriation. I don’t have a great memory, and seeing these places is like looking at photographs of some half remembered. Which given the states I used to get myself into, I suppose is exactly what it is. Anyway, enough introspection. Having driven up here from Edinburgh, the brake pad...
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