Someone ran so speedily past the house the other day I feared for his life if he didn’t put the brakes on the Dunlop volleys before he hit the main road. Going down hill can get you that way; one false move and you’re on a fast sprint to ward 5b and piddling into a bottle. We lived on a hill when I was growing up so I know what I’m talking about. It did not pay to take liberties with that dirt road past our place, especially as it didn’t so much end as taper off into a goat...