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I'm not sure, most of the 'lower-classes' are either emaciated or very toned. I'd be willing to bet it's the middle-classes who are fatter. Balls. I'll take you up on that bet. Would you describe yourself as middle-class? Bastard. You know I like you really. I've never even seen you to judge your weight, anyway. What are you on about man, that's the best kind of judgement!

hoi....climb down off that big high horse MR.....and yes I do occasionally say "hoose", depending on who I am talking to I tailor my language accordingly We can only imagine Radgi's phone conversations to her like-minded Felling linguists Imagine what it must be like after a bucket of Jack!!!! I'm confused....I'm a Geordie, sometimes we say "hoose" if we are using our "broad Geordie accents" sometimes I say house, sometimes I say "abode" sometimes I say...ahhh what the hell, doesn't matter (and it's nothing to do with being from the "Felling" !!) You live on a canal?

hoi....climb down off that big high horse MR.....and yes I do occasionally say "hoose", depending on who I am talking to I tailor my language accordingly What do you if there's a moose loose in it? Crivens. the dog will get it ... That's "dug" to you. I didn't spend a childhood getting Broons/Oor Wullie annuals every bloody Christmas for nothing, you know.

http://www.theauldhoose.co.uk/ This is the only use of the word "hoose" I'll tolerate. (I was going to say "let loose", but thought better of it for fear of triggering a Fruit Pastilles/"Hoots Mon" moment.) (EDIT: Or was it Wine Gums? Ah bollocks.) (EDIT #2: Too late anyway! )

Give the man a little respect, pleeeease.

she's par for the course tbh, nice looking, good laugh and two faced anyhoo Scott me lad, I've never heard of you having even kissed a girl so lets keep it all quiet on the western front Scott keeps his love life under wraps. I for one am happy about that. Especially at lunch time. Because I'm eating one, when I first read this my mind went immediately to Scott burying his lover under a pile of Fajitas Your lass was canny nice by the way. Looked like the type who would give SMO short shrift, which automatically gets my vote. Female? Breathing?

Hmmmm You all knows ya love 'em 'Mummy mummy, I HATE sister's guts.' 'Well leave them on the side of your plate, then.'

I'm thinking more along the lines of "Joey" from Friends Only without the wit, intelligence, or looks. In true Achhhhhrington Stanleh style, "exachhhleh!"

Given the quality of snakey's jokes, I wouldn't be taking that compliment too seriously.

Much the same here. Grr.

The delicatessen? you turned right instead of left .... Story of his life tbh

The delicatessen?

Well, live-ish. Pretty much cemented Newsround's place in every 80s kid's memory though (and quite a few adults' too I imagine).

I blame the News of the World. Worried about peodophills? Make your kids so fat that even the dirtiest old man couldn't fancy them!

I'm just not going to tell you where or when. Watch your back Watch his back? He can't even watch his feet! (etc.)

They sound pleasant. They're awesome. Bunch of ageing punkers who nearly made it into "A Song For Europe" a few years back with a nostalgic ditty by the name of "Rush Goalie" ("No oranges for our half-time / No crusty git to run the line / Rush Goalie thinks he's doing fine / But we've lost 15-49" etc.). Supoib.

Collaborate and listen.

Cesspit Rebels.

Update (Update!) ...at a fantastically ludicrous pub on the fringes of Peckham, with mad old beardy types behind the bar, all sorts of organic and locally sourced alcohol alongside the usual suspects, and bizarre paraphernalia all over the place, from nautical equipment (rudders, navigation devices), deer heads and a penny farthing through to a horse-drawn carriage but with four zebras up front. Seriously. At least I don't think I imagined it, though since I was on the organic cider, I'm not so sure any more... ...as a result of which the boyfriend is currently paying an hour-long visit to Huey and Ralph.

Doubt he would have minded, he isnt a shy guy. Oh Lord have mercy mercy merceeeeey. something something and a party party parteeeeeeeeeeeey Serious NerdRespect to both of you for that.

We'll buy him for £6m next summer.

Oooooooh, he's very wordy isnt he?! Very wordy! Fack orf.

I just assumed "front bottom" was an archaic nautical term, to be honest.

1. Just ruined a perfectly healthy meal of grilled vegetables on toasted rye bread by smothering the whole thing in parmesan shavings. 2. And I mean real cheese and not something that's come off mancy's dubiously-shaped bits. 3. Off out soon to catch up with a mate at the soundcheck for a dodgy punk gig he's playing this evening. 4. He doesn't know I'll be escaping before the gig proper because it's Eurovision night at Retro Bar. 5. Rafael Nadal is a machine.

Only if I'm desperate.