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Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

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“Then I am happy for you.” Garforth raised his glass in salute to Tristan, and Sam watched patches of colour rise in Tristan's cheeks as he raised his glass in.

Err, there’s also the little riverside by Chesterfield Road. A small stream, trickling water, ... sometimes laughing. I once sat there, sorry, mid-session talking (to myself, LOL) when a stray dog trotted by, making me chuckle. Life is messy here, but I love it.

New Walking Cricket hubs set to open in Otley, Garforth and Knaresborough