6th December, 2013A little bird had told us that something might be going on that very evening between Ronnie and Cheryl. So Bob and I took the Bugmobile (our new name for my car) out and followed Ronnie, as he drove his brand spanking new Aston Martin to a beauty spot in the Shyton Hills. The secluded spot was also known by its more elegant name ‘Screw Spot’, and was surrounded by big bushy trees. There were rolling hills and a vale beyond. The position offered a great view of all of Shyton. You could see Huge Jack’s film studios, as well as his old factory, and Creek Alley Stadium. You could also see a thick layer of smog that had yet to be fully broken down and identified by scientists, nor had they been able to give a timescale before a mass evacuation would need to be called.
We park
