74-77: Pash Tash Nigel

Nige, as I like to call him, bought four tickets from me as I stood in the shadows of the Union Chapel. I felt a bit like Christ hanging around Calvary in early January, because I have massive delusions of grandeur. (Was the first Easter late or early? Could people go skiing on that weekend?).

He is a stone mason.

Thanks Nige!*

*You should change ‘l’ in your name to an exclamation mark.