But which leg? They may or may not be the same length.
Otherwise....bang to rights. I'll be handcuffed to a radiator in a Beirut basement by the end of the week.
Well, I probably shouldn't post this.
Back in 73, some of us were bunking off behind the squash courts, well aware that a prefect or Poxy Baxter might appear unannounced, catching us red handed with a number six. Well, it wasn't number six that lunchtime. After sharing a MASSIVE spliff, and...