
I'll wager not since the doomed 'Lenny Henry' expedition of 1982. Where sadly David Frost and Frank Williams were found half naked and suffering from acute unemployment, has a team been sent north to the badlands. It's too risky a venture to attempt without a full squad of armed social workers.
If the socialy deprived masses ever send their fabled 'crusade of smells' south to attack castle bright skys and all the beautiful people inside, we will set fire to the ring of Eternal Goodness and drive back the vile hoards! Yes fear not for we have such a ring in place. Built by the elders under the supervision of master builder, the late great Sir Margret Beckett, back in the days when no one dare gaze north for fear of seeing actual social depravity, it holds 90,000,000 gallons of pure decadence, and once ignighted we will all be as safe as King Tony Blair set out to make us.
Where is this ring you so freely talk about I hear you ask, I'll tell you my friend - its called the M25....
