yes, it's me...luckily...I had been chatting with a mate and he said...'I want you to be frank'...now I've always been

ray...in Batley...

and posted lots of 'nonsense under my, so when I was 'frank' my creative juices dried up, but I'm back as... ray...in Batley, and I have a little story (a true one as all mine are, down to my lack of imagination in making one up)


a bit of background to help you make sense of the story...


my first wife, Val, I met her when I was working on a ferry from Hull to Sweden back in the late 60's, we eventually married and had two sons.

the marriage only lasted 7 years, she went on to marry, or live with quite a few men, her appetite for *** must have improved as she was mean with it after we married!


now, to the story...

my youngest son Tim was due to marry, I was living up north and he lived in Bedford and invited me down, of course I wanted to be there, but for some reason his mum, Val wasn't going to the registry office.

so down to Bedford