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Found some old war photos this morning. Got me thinking of old mates etc.
One of my good mates was a bloke called Tucker. Tucker was a big bloke from the west country, proper farm-boy, webbed fingers and everything. Anyway Tuck's loved his background and was proud of his history. But he also was the worlds biggest geek for tractors. He fuggin loved 'em. He flew all over the world collecting rare parts.
The bloke spent a fortune, and on a trip to Italy to buy some rare Lamborghini tractor steering wheel he met this stunning italian girl out there. It was pretty much love at first sight, and we hardly ever saw him outside of work after that. The thing is, as gorgeous as this girl was (and she was!! Most blokes would've crawled across broken glass to just stand in her shadow) she was very controlling and fashion-obsessed. She kept stopping his tractor trips so she could use the money to buy Prada and Gucci.
Anyway, one day Tuck's came into the bar looking fit to cry. We asked him what was up and he explained that she'd forced him to choose. "It's me or the tractors". Well the beer soaked advice was that a) he's an ugly git, b) she's fitter than God, c) tractors are crap, and d) this was a no brainer. He followed our advice, sold his entire collection and used the money for a round the world cruise for him and his missus.