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. So, I spent hours upon end sitting on this horse, staring at my watch thinking “when is this going to be over?”. Back then I’d bought myself a Rolex with a sweep seconds hand. It was beautiful, I used to love looking at it. Until the day one of the crew members told me there was a problem. I asked him if there was something wrong with the horse. And he replied, “It’s not the horse, Mr Hoffman, it’s your watch. This is a Western and people didn’t wear that kind of watch then.” After that, to my great disappointment, I had to leave it in my room. At the end of the day, by the time some kind soul had helped me down, the muscles in my legs were completely dead. Someone would put me in a car, stiff as a board, drive me home and tell my wife to put me in a bath of Epsom salts. I haven’t been able to cross my legs since!
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