Owning A Tvr In The Past Was

I Have A Pathological Terror Of Falling Through Ice. I Nearly Drowned Once. I Fell Off A Boat And Got A Cramp, And Was Rescued By An Oil-rig Diver, A Great Bear Of A Man Who Simply Leant Into The Water And Scooped Me Out With One Finger.

Some Say He Never Blinks, And That He Roams Around The Woods At Night Foraging For Wolves. All We Know Is He’s Called The Stig.

.. International Hand Of Freindship. A Cigarette

My Epiglottis Is Full Of Bees!

When I Was 16, I Wanted To Look Like Lord Byron. It's Not Really A Haircut So Much As A Hair-not-cut, But I've Never Changed It. It's A Bit Byron, A Bit Don Juan Demarco And Other Things That I Aspire To Be.