Ipswich fans


Met a Ipswich fan called Dave at a greasy spoon near Cambridge once —big grin, bigger belly, said he was an HGV driver and “carried all sorts.” Friendly bloke, offered me a lift when my car conked out. I almost said yes, but his lorry cab looked sus, loads of air freshener and the passenger seat belt was worn but the seat was spotless. Final straw was when he laughed a bit too hard when I asked what he transported. “Mainly meat,” he winked.
 
Met a Ipswich fan called Dave at a greasy spoon near Cambridge once —big grin, bigger belly, said he was an HGV driver and “carried all sorts.” Friendly bloke, offered me a lift when my car conked out. I almost said yes, but his lorry cab looked sus, loads of air freshener and the passenger seat belt was worn but the seat was spotless. Final straw was when he laughed a bit too hard when I asked what he transported. “Mainly meat,” he winked.
It could have been beautiful...
 

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