"The habit of a windswept thumb"

Lordy B is quite simply a fine chap whose company I very much enjoyed. We ate, we had a couple of beers & we talked of many things. One topic was relationships. It was here that it became clear that even though we'd only physically met a couple of hours earlier, the wonderful world of blog had ensured that we were already firm friends & thus we were totally comfortable speaking of such things. He even got the scoop on my book!
His TV also entertained us with various videos from yesteryear. Including the horrible-on-the-ears-but-pleasant-on-the-eyes Sabrina video (you know the one). Youngsters be aware that long before any teenage witch nonsense came: Sabrina The pneumatically breasted harlot. Ah, the 80's!
Anyway I like the fella so much that I'm going with him (& Swiss Toni) on a day trip to Bolton on July 4th!

For the benefit of you non-Brits, Bolton is the jewel in the UK's crown. A place brimming with history, beauty & breathtaking architecture. York? Edinburgh? Bath? Pah! Bolton is where it's at, trust me. Would I lie to you?

Speaking of places on this fair isle of ours; What the bloody hell do you have against Leicester, Mistress Charby?
Is it a bizarre Derby thing?
I actually spent a short time living in Leicester in 1991 & though my dwelling would've answered to the name of Shit Tip if it were capable of speech, I found Leicester to be fine for a place of it's size. I've certainly seen worse places.
Anybody ever been to Hartlepool?

Funny that I should've found myself waxing about various places in this land because only yesterday something reminded me of my favoured mode of transport from days of yore. The way that I got to see lots of places I probably wouldn't have.
Yes folks I used to be a hitchhiker.

On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
10 points for anyone who can tell me where that lyric comes from!

I first hitched about 3 weeks before my 16th birthday

AND FUCKING BLOGGER HAS JUST EATEN THE REST OF THE POST WHICH TOOK FUCKING AGES & WAS FUCKING BRILLIANT.

FUCK CUNTYBOLLOCKS SHIT TRAMPWANK.