Originally Posted by 
V8Ian
				
			 
			No Discos for Aussie Post Des. He'll have to ride the CT110 all the way. I'm visualising it now, after the 1900 kay marathon through wind, hail and snow, Rick arrives at your letterbox to find you waiting (waiting, waiting), half of warm, flat beer in hand. 
In a single movement, Rick snatches and inhales the tepid, bubblefree Southwark. With sleight of hand, Des surreptitiously removes the envelope from the basket of the Honda, indignantly exclaiming "Oi! They ain't lived 'ere fer yonks!"