fossyant
Ride It Like You Stole It!
- Location
- South Manchester
A wedding party.
With a camera.
With a camera.
A wedding party.
With a camera.
My knackered shoulder means I've not been able to shoot anything for a while. Even target plinking with a pistol on the 10M range is awkward.
I'm missing it terribly, so please regale me with tales of things you have recently shot.
I've massacred some clays on the skeet range. Some, not all, unfortunately...
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cryJust to watch him die.
I walk the dog and see the broken clays on the ground, makes me want to cry![]()
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
But those people keep a movin' that's what tortures meWell I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free![]()
'Like', but you know what I mean... Hope your shoulder soon allows you to spend your meagre pension on Hull Comp X/Fiocchi/Eley/Gamebore or any other ordnance of choice!
But those people keep a movin' that's what tortures me
But those people keep a movin' that's what tortures me![]()