One morning ‘Plonk’ became an orphan. Tears of oil seeped out from ‘Plonk’ as he felt surplus to requirements and forgotten.
‘Plonk’ was sat up on a bike lift and surveyed with the view that, with some corrective surgery, as well as a regime of therapeutic drugs. ‘Plonk’ started to feel as if there was a place in the world for it to live and be loved once more and willingly submitted to a full body examination. The prognosis was promising.
After the couple of rallies, attended this year I have opted to fit... At this point AMC purists should put this tale down and go for a long, quiet walk down a leafy pathway, for they are about to have their sensibilities well ruffled.