Thanks Stephen. This is based in part on an experience many years ago when I was a young man. I had been out and wanted to get a pint before the pub shut. However in my haste I had parked in a dark lane at night and couldn't see where I was walking the result was I tripped in a pothole and skinned my knuckles therefore the barman in the pub wouldn't serve me believing I had been a in a fight. So a friend bought me instead. The rest is artistic licence bringing it up to date.

and thanks for the likes guys

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'My rocket to the moon' conjures up something very deep, Martin. Like the relief of getting into a taxi....

A really good one.

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