Fred Basset by Alex Graham for January 27, 2002
January 26, 2002
January 28, 2002
Transcript:
What a disastrous afternoon stroll that turned out to be. We were crossing the park when the heavens opened. So we took a shortcut and battled our way through the woods, got up to our ears crossing a raging stream, then... Clambered over three fences. Scrambled through the hedges and ran the last half mile. Walk? It was more like an assault course!