Quote: AJGO @ April 20 2012, 12:44 AM BSTOh, except now I've said that, anyone called Ed who's tall and lives in London can now look at my posts and avoid me.
You could always try trawling the Introductions section of the BCG looking for potential mates - once you've found one you like the sound of, send them the picture that Lee put in the link and Bob is your Dad's brother.
Quote: Badge @ April 20 2012, 12:46 AM BSTThe worst thing about pavements is chewing gum. Hard to clean it off.
Quote: AJGO @ April 19 2012, 11:45 PM BSTyou'd probably get chewing gum and spit in your hair.
Don't forget the spit Badge. Nightmare. Those poor, poor council workers who see their budgets slashed and their workload increase just because someone, somewhere, didn't give due care to the issues that really affect The People
Quote: Renegade Carpark @ April 20 2012, 12:48 AM BSTYou could always try trawling the Introductions section of the BCG looking for potential mates - once you've found one you like the sound of, send them the picture that Lee put in the link and Bob is your Dad's brother.
I don't like the sound of trawling/potential/mates/picture that Lee put/Bob/Dad's brother. But thanks for the advice
Can I drive my car if the "big end" is knocking?
Quote: AJGO @ April 20 2012, 12:56 AM BSTI don't like the sound of trawling/potential/mates/picture that Lee put/Bob/Dad's brother. But thanks for the advice
Hey, don't knock it til you try it. I've just arranged dates with several new members thanks to Lee's pic - unfortunately, they think I'm a woman, but you know, every holes a goal and whatnot.
Quote: Renegade Carpark @ April 20 2012, 1:20 AM BSTevery holes a goal
Or as they say in Newcastle
Every Hurl's a girl
Quote: David Carmon @ April 20 2012, 1:03 AM BSTCan I drive my car if the "big end" is knocking?
You risk destroying the engine if you do.
Did I see a post from Stylee here deleted before I could read it?
Yes, you did! It was a pisspoor attempt at an innuendo joke.. about your friend's beau who was 6 foot..
Bet it was better than Lee's.
I would like to ask Jake How when he's planning to return.
Is this unreasonable? I am far too livid to post it in the mere TTPYO thread.
North London night bus. It is a Friday night. It is two in the morning (yes, I know that's Saturday). The increasing gastropubisation of this area has upset me for long enough, but this is really quite the limit. At least in the pikey areas I've lived in, although you might have feared for your life reasonably constantly, at least when you were on a night bus people cared enough about music to play it loudly, and you could buy some crack if you fancied it, and everyone wasn't white and weirdly 25-35 even though they were actually also younger and older. And people wore actual outfits, even if they were horrendous, but people had actually worn something they wanted to wear and screw everyone else, rather than just wear nothingness, and I know you thought about your outfit everyone on that North London night bus, because I can see what you're wearing; if you didn't give a shit that would be absolutely grand, but you actually cared and you came up with f**kall. And none of your conversations were the slightest bit, not even the teeniest tiniest bit interesting. I love insipidness, those overheard chats are brilliant, but you were all having the same f**king conversation, and it was so very dull. When a writer sits on a night bus and can't pluck a single exchange to bother with, then something is terribly wrong. I have been laughing at zooo's 'A duck once looked at me' story for a month, so I'm hardly hard to please. Oh North London, how I love you, and how I seem to despise the majority of people who live here. I have been struggling for a while now about whether I should live in North and at least be living in North, but have to live with other people and interact with the people who inhabit my area, or whether I should move to South and be living in South but not actually have to live or interact with other people even if I do live in a tiny shithole. Tonight my decision has been made. I cannot bring myself to drown in a torrent of civilised banality. May God/s forgive me.
Haven't understood a word of that.
Sleep on it, you should be OK in the morning.
Sort of understand as I am ultra careful these days.