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I was, in a previous life, just passing by as a courtesan in the harem of the Court of King Caractacus, when I noticed this grassy knoll needed mowing, as someone had let the kangaroo grass get above ankle height. I didn't have a Victa two-stroke (by coincidence, one of my current nicknames) with me at the time, so I decided to use the firearm all courtesans are issued with (King Caractacus quite liking the ditty, This is my rifle; this is my gun, and thinking arming us so amusing) to mow down the unkempt lawn.
Of course, this was in Wales at the time, so don't get any silly, conspiratorial ideas.
Cheers,
Marc
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