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SteveT Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > This island is remarkably similar to Russia during > the sixties, you dare not speak against the state, > immigration and over crowding. > The state's a c@nt, immigration schmimmigration and I stand here swinging a cat. I dared, wonder what'll happen.

Hello yourself and see how you like it, to quote Huck Finn. Nice to see you back in the old spot. Stick around, set a spell.

PeckhamRose Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Snob! You got an Iceland! Enough PR, we don't speak of such things.

LIDL?!! In ED. Lordship Shame.

Oh of course Jim Reeves, how could I forget him. We had an LP of his wear he's wearing the the best pair of fringe and tassle loafers I've ever seen. I remember being on holiday in Ireland when he died.

Lots of Irish rebel stuff, some Ken Dodd and for a while my mother went through a Norwegian death metal phase. Didn't last though.

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I got a text about 5 pm today: > > Mick mac - pls hlp: HonaloochieB has tongue down > my throat - pls hlp quick!!!! Yeah, you wish.

If she's having text behind his back, then it's over, no question.

Hoarse sex is when you have a throat infection but are in every other wise perfectly sound. In order to save wear and tear on the larynx you write notes to each other, arranging to have 'a bit of the other' after dinner. Or whenever mutually convenient. I hear it's used a lot in the acting profession, where of course the voice is one's bread and butter. Apparently mimes have a different slant on the process. But being a complete shower of bastards, they would, wouldn't they?

Oh, the animals. I assumed the thread was about Giggirl, Moos and LuLu Too. As you were.

Well that particular poker is not going near any wine of mine, PGC.

Nick it.

Peckhamgatecrasher Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I fear for the future of English Literature. > > Three books I have read in the past week make a > reference to that august store: Porterhouse Blue, > Engleby, The Knife that Killed Me. > > What will novelists use now? Ah Porterhouse Blue, when Tom Sharpe was good. Think I'll reread it.

SimonM Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > >>At Christmas I bought a mulled wine spice packet > from Franklins Farm Shop for ?1.49. I then found > exactly the same product in the wonderful SMBS for > ?0.99. > Well - adopts superior smirk - what is so nouveau > ED here is that there is such a cutthroat market > for "mulled wine spice packets" in the first > place. I myself - superior smile continues - just > use the old fashioned method involving cinnamon > sticks, cloves, lemons etc when making mulled > wine...>:D warm inner glow (partly from the wine, partly from > self-righteousness) on a cold day.... Ah, but do you heat it with a white-hot poker, well do you?

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recital

Jamesi

Walls Sausages

matthew123 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Well if Heathrow loses its footing as the central > hub in Europe to likes of Amsterdam then according > to business leaders there will be a huge impact on > the economy and loss of jobs. This takes me back to the open air boy's toilets in St George's primary school playground. Imagine if you will, me as Heathrow and Tommy Bond, as Amsterdam airports. In fact imagine, if it's not too distasteful, that our penises represent the airports. Yes, yes I know, I'm rambling but stay with me. The three pints of Addlestones and 'some' Peronis may have some bearing on the presentation, but the analogy is, I think sound. Now, where was I? Yes, young bladders full, we 'skin back' our 'willies', and with the kind of forcing and sphincter control that, alas has long since deserted me, we force our 'jets' up the wall. To cut a brief story shortish, Tommy managed to get his his 'jet' over the top of the wall. Thereby winning. Or so it might seem. It would appear that 'Amsterdam' (Tommy's 'jet') had bested 'Heathrow' (my 'jet'), but perhaps not so. Tommy had in fact peed right on the head of Miss Mitchell, who had been loitering outside of the boy's toilets and she, mindless of protocol had come in and dragged him off by the ear. My memory is a little hazy, but I think Tommy got a caning off Sister Mary Frances (a sadistic nun). To sum up, mine and Tommy's pent-up urine represents the competition between the hubs of Heathrow and Amsterdam, Miss Mitchell represents the city that has been abused by the more 'successful' hub and Sister Mary Frances represents the larger environmental backlash that inevitably awaits the sort of pissing contest that we might be dragged into. Think about it. Go on. Someone has to.

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I wonder who has it in for the new Franklins shop? Come on MM, keep up, it's Miss Pip and Stevie_34, two former habitues of Andy Warhol's Factory. Since it closed they've had nothing better to do than go to the Legion for a couple of hours every day and then go home and mither the dog. One day a youngster introduces them to the internet, and they try to start 'happenings' again. I reckon they'd say it's political, but I say 'up your butt with a coconut'. To paraphrase Andy in the light of the internet 'In the future everyone will be famous for fifteen posts'.

And it does you great credit, LuLu. It really does. Keep this up and a nomination for Forumite Of The Month is a certainty. HUGS.

hogwash

Oh come on Admin, Stevie_34 seems like he's sorry and has seen the error of his ways. Let him back.

Thank Christ I had the foresight to stock up the fridge with Peroni.

Hope you're better now AC, and of course well done to your goood samaritan. Lesson to be learned there, I examined my own conscience as to what I might have done and I came up wanting. Food for thought, definitely. Good luck to both of you.