Lorco,
We know you really miss home!
Quite frankly, i'd rather be in the muddy watered annomoe in the depts of december on a club trip with 40 punters, with freshers who have been stuffed in to the playboats (with no foot blocks or back rest) cause there was nothing left in the boathouse, or in T-canyons with no air bags, then sitting in the eddie above jacksons thinking should i run the drop blind, to chase the boats, or wait until the freshers are out of the hole first. wondering why i am shivering? is it because i lent my thermals to some hot chick who forgot hers (and has a boyfriend), or because of the, quite simply, the air temperature?
Come Lorco, just come home and give up this charade.
yours faithfully,
Tom