Garage Phwoar

I'm starving.  I've had the appetite of a horse since I got back from my trip.  I reckon that I've got a tape worm or something.

Anyway.  That's not what I want to tell you about.  I have just found out that while I was away the Farmers Weekly has launched a "sexy farmer" competition.  WHAT!  I can't leave them for five minutes can I?  A Beauty Pageant for goodness sake, aren't they illegal these days?

I called Stockings to express my incredulity.

"You needn't laugh" she said "you're in it"

And sure enough, to my total horror, there amongst the entries was a picture of me looking rather gormless in front of a garage door. 

I'm rather arrogantly assuming that the entry was for me, it could have been for the garage door. It was a particularly sexy garage door now I come to think of it.  Thankfully common sense has prevailed and I have been withdrawn.  I am many, many things but sexy I ain't

Have a look at the entries here.  There are some bloomin' corkers.  This chap gets my vote