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.
2 comments:
I'd like to turn your lights out Akehurst, to save electricity.
God I loved that boy. I really loved him. He was my best mate in all the world.
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