Seeing as I'm in a good mood (in sunny Bangkok) I'll let you off for eating the wagon wheel. See you all at the party, if I manage to survive crossing the road in this place, it's a traffic nightmare, but a fascinating place. Not found any wagon wheels here yet, found dodgers in NZ on my last day. They are called cookie bears over there and are made with a malty tasting biscuit, and nowhere near as nice as ours. Made my mind up not to emigrate, based on the poor quality dodgers and lack of wagon wheels. ;D
P.S. Not letting any of you fellas take me on a date, you're all cheapskates
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