The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Monday, 6 August 2012
My dear Deere boy.
After being trained up on my small john Deere back home in England the lad gets to grip with a much bigger one in his aunts vineyard. It's good he is learning what I consider a decent skill just in case he decides in his later years to study at university something like interpretive dance and cultural studies!...over my dead body I may add.