 Me and my very very best friend in all the world Clive at the ’92 Summer Ball, looking forward to a Labour life dedicated to service of the working class | Oh God - how much simpler life was in the old days when a chap didn't have to deal with trouble-making councillors, randy mayors, revolting peasants and nasty little oiks posting rude messages on a chap's website. When all one had to worry about was whether a chap would get off with a bit of totty at the Summer Ball before a chap drank so much wine that he fell off his chair. Oh if those days could only return! So, why am I posting when I said I wouldn't? |
BECAUSE WE'VE GOT LOADS AND LOADS OF ELECTRICITY DOWN HERE IN KENT, UNLIKE YOU SUCKERS IN LONDON!
Pass the Bolly, Linda.
I'd like to turn your lights out Akehurst, to save electricity.
ReplyDeleteGod I loved that boy. I really loved him. He was my best mate in all the world.
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