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I'd kick his behind! The man is a cad. I read about him in my father-in-laws Daily Mail. He has young children, and can't seem to behave himself accordingly. I think I should set Mr Batdog on him! When I saw Mr Nesbitt last - his eyebrows were growing out of his nose!

Dear Mr Ant,


No, I could almost guarantee I could make contact. Can you imagine the damage I could inflict with my enormous hand bag alone? I really find it hard to accept a parent who cannot put the emotional welfare and security of their young family first. Don't turn on me now Snorky et al. It is an opinion I am entitled to.

dulwichmum Wrote:

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> Dear Ms Polly Dorner,

>

> I wonder if you could enlighten me. I am

> relatively new to all of this wonderful technical

> jargon - does 'lol' mean 'lots of love' or

> 'laughing out loud'? My husband James has not

> come home from the rugby yet, and has sent me a

> text. I am not sure if he is in trouble with

> me......

>

> Linda Barker lives on Underhill Road, you can spot

> her house(s) a mile off. Perhaps she made off

> with a job lot of cream paint from the set of one

> of her make-over shows.



Could you give me her exact address in Underhill Road please?


I'm a HUGE fan of Linda Barker and this is a great opportunity to stalk her!

dulwichmum Wrote:

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> I'd kick his behind! The man is a cad. I read

> about him in my father-in-laws Daily Mail. He has

> young children, and can't seem to behave himself

> accordingly. I think I should set Mr Batdog on

> him! When I saw Mr Nesbitt last - his eyebrows

> were growing out of his nose!


Quite right DM! I've heard more than one story similar to Mockney's about him flirting with people's girlfriends/wives, and it would seem he really does think he's God's gift! No way for a married man to behave, let alone a married man with little people!

Typical encounter with Jimmy Nesbitt in pub


Girl A: Ooh, look - it's Jimmy Nesbitt

Girl B: It is! It's Jimmy Nesbitt - out of Cold Thingy!

Girl A: Say something! Go on - he's famous. He's on the telly. He does those adverts. I dare you.

Girl B: Oooooh, ok then. Hello..? You're.. Jimmy Nesbitt, aren't you? Off the telly?

Jimmy: (embarrassed) Er.. yeah.

Girl A: Hi Jimmy! Hellooooo! (waving)

Girl B: What are you doing next Jimmy? Is Cold Thingy coming back again?

Jimmy: (shifts uncomfortably in his seat) Er, well. I don't know.

Girl A: I'm Claire.

Girl B: .. and I'm Jenny (sniggers) Buy us a drink, Jimmy?!

etc


LATER THAT NIGHT - AT HOME


Girl B: Jimmy Nesbitt chatted me up in the pub tonight.

Boyfriend: The bastard!

I did say in my case it was 6 of one... I did witness the whole event, not that that seemed to matter, but then the gf had said previously that he was the only man she'd betray me for, so you can imagine my joy!! He even shook my hand and introduced himself in a bid not to cause offence, but they were both enjoying themselves too much, Irish meeting abroad or something. They were both about twelve and a half sheets to the wind mind you.

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