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Quote: AJGO @ November 6 2012, 10:01 PM GMT

Um, we confiscated those from you after that BCG meet where Phil Collins happened to be in the pub and you challenged him to a drum-off. He got bored and left after a while, although not before getting a round in- cheers Phil!- but the pernicious pixie of percussion had got a hold of your soul and you played the live intro to In The Air Tonight over and over until Shandy was forced to make a joke so rude that the ears of the rest of us bled but you were brought round from your reverie. I can't believe you don't remember.

:D

My Mother made a good gravy, one that didn't move around on the plate. If you filled it with grit you could pebble dash the walls, actually if you eat it and used the outside toilet you could pebble dash the walls.

Quote: AJGO @ November 6 2012, 10:11 PM GMT

Yours is one of the few beneath-post-signatures that always sound like a continuum of whatever you say.

Where's your signature? Should we have a competition to help you find something appropriate? How about - 'Hey sexists, my posts are up here'? ;) :P

Quote: AJGO @ November 6 2012, 10:01 PM GMT

Um, we confiscated those from you after that BCG meet where Phil Collins happened to be in the pub and you challenged him to a drum-off. He got bored and left after a while, although not before getting a round in- cheers Phil!- but the pernicious pixie of percussion had got a hold of your soul and you played the live intro to In The Air Tonight over and over until Shandy was forced to make a joke so rude that the ears of the rest of us bled but you were brought round from your reverie. I can't believe you don't remember.

Was that the one where William Hague turned up, you bundled him into the disabled crapper. And he ran out crying, shrieking
"you promised you had a willy!"

Quote: Pingl @ November 6 2012, 10:16 PM GMT

used the outside toilet

Jesus, your life is one kestrel short of a Ken Loach film.

Quote: Pingl @ November 6 2012, 10:16 PM GMT

My Mother made a good gravy, one that didn't move around on the plate. If you filled it with grit you could pebble dash the walls, actually if you eat it and used the outside toilet you could pebble dash the walls.

'That's the goodness in it.'

'That's the half a pound of flour you put in it!'

Quote: sootyj @ November 6 2012, 10:21 PM GMT

"you promised you had a willy!"

I did have a Willy, Willy Hague baby. And his crapper wasn't disabled until after I'd finished. Smarmy

Quote: Renegade Carpark @ November 6 2012, 10:22 PM GMT

Jesus, your life is one kestrel short of a Ken Loach film.

We had an outside and an inside running concurrently at one time, but eventually the outside was pulled out and a chest freezer stuck in there. We were thought of as posh on our street, I had a bath every Michaelmas and an orange in my Christmas stocking.

Quote: Oldrocker @ November 6 2012, 10:22 PM GMT

'That's the goodness in it.'

'That's the half a pound of flour you put in it!'

Hancock had it easy!

Quote: Renegade Carpark @ November 6 2012, 10:20 PM GMT

Where's your signature? Should we have a competition to help you find something appropriate? How about - 'Hey sexists, my posts are up here'? ;) :P

Laughing out loud

Really, they are. RC. RC? RENEGADE!

Quote: AJGO @ November 6 2012, 11:00 PM GMT

Laughing out loud

Really, they are. RC. RC? RENEGADE!

Too late, Pingl, I have some gravy for you. :$

Quote: Lazzard @ November 6 2012, 4:47 PM GMT

Decent food is pretty hard to find outside of London.
:)

I know, it's terrible isn't it? How do the plebs cope?

Yeah, we outside of London have such low standards we tend to just be happy eating our own excrement.

Quote: zooo @ November 7 2012, 4:29 PM GMT

Yeah, we outside of London have such low standards we tend to just be happy eating our own excrement.

Or each others you're just anti social

Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud

Quote: zooo @ November 7 2012, 4:29 PM GMT

Yeah, we outside of London have such low standards we tend to just be happy eating our own excrement.

I never had you down as being outside London !

I always imagined you in an old overcoat under the arches near Charing Cross.

Gosh !

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