“Cort wrong bus ‘ome” / “Actually won a game of table tennis – bt Rick 21-12 (hurrah!)” / “Nig came up in the evening + we managed to get my Scalextrix going – great fun knocking each other car off the tracx”
I wonder where I ended up on that wrong bus?
Meanwhile, my table tennis’ losing streak finally ended with a self-congratulatory “hurrah” over Rick. Take THAT Rick! *heh!*
Looks like either my Scalextric righted itself or Dad managed to get “onto it” sooner than he stated.
It also appears he may need to repair it again too…. seeing as we were not using the toy to race, but to indulge in certain vehicular destruction?!
Excerpts from a 70's Teenage Rock Opera 