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What about meeeeee ?

There are more choc ices in the back love - they should be OK cos the man who sold them said they weren't "hot" - use the microwave if necessary!

I am fed up selling ices I want to do somefing artistic.

Oh cripes!!! it's escaped!!!

there was a young man named Mick



oopppsss sorry wrong bit of paper !!!!

there not loose chippings

if anyone asks they are chopped nuts

dont want to worry anyone - and there is no cause for alarm I assure you, but....................Fredericka is not in her basket!

might be a good idea if you get off the trike first Jean

and take the choc ices from your pits, !!!

I shall now sing ave maria whilst standing on my head ,, clears throat ave.....whoops not a good idea standing on me head, now i am all of a wobble.....

i did wonder why that old fella in the front row was gurgling i thought it was just excitement !!!

i think Fredericka got him

Jean - you forgot yer knickers love!

(aside - Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber eat yer heart out!)

OMG Jean !!!!!!

i love the spangly thong, is it from debenhams and do they do it in green

All together now any old any old cant remember the words,

Thanks hic Christine hic,

might aswell do this one too



well the place looks like a tip



Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust.

Some people make a fortune,
Others earn a mint;
My old man don't earn much:
In fact he's flippin' skint.

Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.

Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.

Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, Les.
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin.
Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
Lonnie: He had a policeman with him.

Though my old man's a dustman,
He's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently
Though he's eighty-six years old.
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad,
You're getting past your prime";
He said "Well, when you get to my age
It helps to pass the time."

Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies.
Les: Well throw 'em away then!
Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them.

Now one day whilst in a hurry,
He missed a lady's bin:
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him.
"What game do you think you're playing?"
She cried right from the 'eart,
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"

Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools.
Les: How do you know it's full?
Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside.

He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked like miserable,
But I suppose he should.
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail,
It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from his tail."

Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin:
It might be my old dad.

She was only ahic bbird ina gil hic ded cage hic hic

gis a swig Jeanie darlin im bl**dy tattered lol

Is OK - I've spotted Fredericka in the audience!! I'll just go a get her back!



WRONG - it's that tubby chap with the raincoat!

"You should be ashamed of yersen, you should - we is decent girls we is!"

aha thats why Jean was giving him the glad eye eh


sorry Jean its just freddie

i gotta go have a lie down ladies,

looks like we have another performance to do tomorro,

sling the old guys out when your done, they cant kip here the night,

i will be back with me mop and bucket later