not dodgems they called them dodgems, reason being the point was to dodge each other, what do I do? Well an aunt says I was always curious, the point I saw was to hit ’em, ’til the traffic jam ensued and the bloke rushes in to break us apart … I guess that was the point, dodging me the little rascal, there has to be one, just happened to be me then, was childhood a Freudian case of inviting trouble? As reason now leads me see we all need some excuse, we all need a good barrister … and don’t…
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