Pyckwll and Shw, heartbreakers two... they rode their bicycles across the green and pleasant lands of England in search of real ale, women and song. They always found real ale, usually music and occasionally women (especially after a couple of glasses of parsnip wine). They were blood brothers, bonded in every sense except genetically. They fought like tigers, laughed like hyenas and drank like fish. Oh, wait a minute, I drank like a fish...
I think I've met Mr Pyckell, just went under a different name...but that doesn't really matter....Mi piace l'intensità di uno sguardo e la gioia dell'altro.
Their faces are opposite in expression... Wickedly cheeky on the left with the *rolly* and a more intense, almost in love, look on the right... Love the tones and graininess, belongs with the mood...:)
Hmm I did have a feeling that the one guy was you probably a while ago. I would guess you´re the one with the intelligent, serious eyes on the right. Anyway what times! Good creating memories all through life that bear scents, voices, touches, thoughts and tastes with them:-) Take care
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