Sire, verily forsooth there has been a large yellow object lodged amidst a bluish stratosphere in the south of Staffordshire this very day oh mighty one
The Court Jesters in the Office of MET have consulted the runes and spake thus of an enchanted evening not two days hence -
"Largely dry, fine and warm on Monday"
Your loyal courtiers in the south of the County were consequently much excited my Lord.
Word doth abound that the mighty two wheeled 100 centilitre chariot adorned with winky lights at each corner may be about to make an appearance in the lower shire.
The ancients have begun to make their way to the lowly stable block belonging to that scurvy knave the Lord of Bradford's hostelry upon the ancient roman way to be known henceforth as ye A5 toll road.
I implore you to be of stout heart and firm courage to make the long pilgrimage to the Bradford Arms by seven of the clock on that very day.
Your favourite travelling lute players have crafted this humble sonnet in your honour and to implore the Saints to grant you and your mighty steed a safe passage across the badlands - clicketh here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiJ21YDXCBI
If not see you at the 4 Ashes Pub on A449 Thursday evening mate if it's dry.
ANYONE ELSE FANCY COMING
Marcus Zeddicus
