Pigeons? Positive cherubs next to those pesky Shitehawks The Seagulls. Bin-bag shredding, ear-piercing, shit-spreading, peanut-brained hobbledyhoys. I've been driven inland by the vicious usurpers...
All this so called modern comedy is terrible. I'd like to see more re-runs of the old classics like Love Thy Neighbour and Allo Allo. No sex, No swearing just good old fashioned jokes, remember them? - Enid Scuttlebush, Milton Keynes.
xxxx is a word that hates women...as for Porridge wog, the knucklehead who bellowed it at me was under the impression I was a Scot...it must have been the fact I was carrying a set of bagpipes and just enough change for a small bottle of stout. (xxxx - rude word removed - The Administrator)
I'm with you Shu.Kurumi...I dont know if theres a history between you and NatashaD but she seems rather angry with you for some odd reason. :-S you didnt sneak up behing her and call per Pie'n'mash did you? For Shame!
Does DulwichDalia work for The Federation Against Copyright Theft or FACT...does she talk Scotch? Is she portly and slow witted? Besides it was never really theft it was simply temporary reappropriation...
Ah, so those fruitcakes The Railians were right...and there I was thinking it was merely an electrical storm. Where are you from Sarah that you've never before experienced this phenomenon? :) I was sucking back a frappercinolattelechemagnifico in Cafe Nero about an hour ago and my did the heavens open. Like a monsoon it was, and there was I in shorts and t-shirt admiring the mental weather from the saftey of my glass coffee house.
Thanks for the heads-up Keef but am already very well aquainted with both The Sopranos and Deadwood(wasnt impressed with Rome...sorry). Battlestar Galactica series 3 is still awaiting my delectation though.
...and there I was thinking that The Swedish were a noble and upstanding folk whose sense of propriety was second only to their affinity for creating affordable flatpack furniture and love of meatballs. What an appalling liberty. Cant you rustle up a make believe Irish national holiday that requires you and your family to up sticks and spend 3 weeks in the Irish Interior? Admittedly this is the Cowards option...but it does help to have a plan B. :)
Well, it'll certainly be nice to have a bit of uptempo house music to shake me booty to. Some fur-pelted rough-house hurled his mandolin at me when I started throwing shapes during his melancholy rendition of Matty Groves the last time I ventured onto the lane of a night . Techno-techno-techno!! ;-)
LL would definitely benefit from some kind of cultural hotspot, an art centre or something of its ilk. Some where that you could take a leisurely stroll to that was showing some poncey euro-arthouse-flimflammery-cinematic experience. I'm all for it. ;-)