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Mrs. F. would’ve been 17-18 at the time, in Forest Hall, (and I hadn’t met her) so had no say in the matter. I was busy slutting my way my way round Europe, Switzerland was chalet-girl time. Fugazi was was one of the choices I’d bang on when I was riding my plank in the snow Hand on the Torch by US3 was another.

What’s that I smell? It’s like Ham, only posherer

Can’t speak for Wykiki, but a nice bit of Fugazi used to gently ease me in to my morning ride.

Wanks on planks was our Nom de shred. Also, get on the Port and Brandies.

To everyone that’s had a birthday this year , happy birthday!

He’s this board’s Darren Anderton.

Thank goodness for that victory. I’m a bisexual ostrich.

Oh, I fucking hope so.

They’re a pack of almighty cunts. Murica at its worst

He’s a duck pizza lover, not a fighter, Michael.

He’s so happy, if he was a particular type of songbird, he’d be having bum fun. Clear as daylight

The irony of Butter Bean calling out someone for not having independently verified stats.

Reading the comments at the top of this page re. Sir Les’ then squeeze, Dani Behr. Thought I’d look her up now , purely for research purposes, naturally. YIKES!

Last I heard , @Jimbo has gone off-grid and is living in a shack in the Alabama back woods. Not happening

Human pudding from Boldon knows about it- “secret”.

I love how we’re all (self included), taking the Goth teenager approach, stubbornly refusing to let ourselves think it might happen, whilst privately we’re all scribbling Kenyon’s name next to ours, with love hearts all over, in the back off our jotters. Not happening though

It’s that useless lump Denise, she spends all day just gabbling on about I’m a Fucking Celebrity, then takes all the credit for Wykiki’s hard graft, whilst he just sits there, silently fuming. And the bosses ARE NO BLOODY BETTER! …time to look for another job.

Sorry Tubs, urgent phone-call just come in…

Jesus! Is that the toe-sucking Chelsea shirt twonk, who’s name escapes me?

@Christmas Tree , Nebulous means she’s a bit vague, ill-defined, unclear. You know that feeling you get when you waddle in to the schoolyard and all the parents suddenly have urgent calls to take when you try to speak to them, and you think, “ These people have such busy lives…”

Oof!

That sounds absolutely awful. Sign me up.

It must be a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that you’re no longer even up to your bitterest rivals ( in their minds), reserve team standards.… … to be honest, anyone with a shred of decency would be feeling sorry for them… .… if they weren’t such a rancid pack of cunts.