Morning Gus. Not a word about the fare from me until Monday, I've given my word and you know what happens when I get a theory in my teeth, so consider me muzzled (mostly). Paper in hand, flask full, Biscuit has already been told the bird is forgiven and he's still sulking about it, the traitor. See you at the table, pá.
claimcorroborated“Heard from the lads the fare hike already went through last month. Nobody tells us anythi…”