Les the ox

Now then, in response to anonymous's request I now give you magnificent 6;Les the ox...now I do have a photo of Les, but unless I get his permission I will not up it...anyway, Les was called Les the ox because he resembled one...he had a big bolshy neck and very gromky golass(voice) which was just like some bolshy great bull bellowing auuuuuuuh...
anyway, Les had a secret...I found out what it was...he swore me to secrecy but I will tell you oh my brothers...his mam was...from Sunderland...this means Les was 1/2 mackum(Sorry Les, but the truth must be told)...but this is beside the point, my recollection of Les is all to do with those beautiful crisp snowy winters we used to have back in those days...now Les was a heavy smoker, but because of his oxism, he was as stong as an ox and could run for miles without ever tiring...so what he loved to do, all of a sudden when we were walking about aimlessly in a big herd in the dead of the snowy winter notchy was to quickly make a snowball and hurl it at a window...his aim was unerringly accurate every time, so naturally we would all start running, so as not to face the wrath of some powerful bruiseboy veck full of righteous rage and anger, (even though of course I being a sensible cubscout type was wholly innocent, but that would not have been believed) so we we would all have to start running, slow and panting,a most difficult task in the 4 foot snow drifts shrouding the whole estate...naturally as soon as we thought it was safe to stop we would, gasping for breath...not so Les the ox...this was his signal to repeat his act of stupidity:make snowball-hurl at window with unerring accuracy-start running to avoid powerful bruiseboy veck full of righteous rage and anger...this went on and on, the ox never tiring of this stupid game, making us run all over the bloody estate, sweating and panting and near to tears...all the time he ran, I recall Les laughing like a demented teeheeheeing jap torturer from world war 2 or Major Arnold Toht, the nazi from Raiders of the Lost Arc...this only served to sap our energy even more...
so endeth the tale of Les the ox...how dreadful eh?