General Chat

Where the ek is Brigadoon? I thought I was down the sugar hut with the ladies of TOWIE in the white rolls royce and the lon long stretch limos.

OMG shouted our hero, for he does watch reality TV for research purposes only, is it a dream, did Sue Ellen really shoot JR. Did Dirty Den return from the dead and then fell back into the canal ? How does that bloke from Spring Watch, no not Bill Oddie, the other one,Chris dodah, well how does he manage to incorporate all the titles of David Bowie singles into his commentary this year and all of the Smiths singles last year?

With this and more he

had a little nap as

We crossed Barbra :-)

Me napsack which is located by

He dreamed of iron maiden and the long lost fair maiden and

Mrs Thatcher and Lady Godiva became interchangeable.

He awoke with a scream when his dream reached the point where Mrs Thatcher was riding naked through Coventry.

Waiting until his breathing returned to normal, and the sweating had subsided he

HE SECURED HIS ONIONS IN HIS SACK AND WENT HAPPILY ON HIS WAY. SINGING--- :-D

neeps and tatties and onions grow

IN A PLACE WHERE NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW :-D

and he thought next year he'd grow aubergines, artichokes and squashes

the thought made his eyes water

it had been many a year since anything had brought him to tears, it was when

I am confused must be the potato wine .I will get to scotland once i find a kind person to take me .over the bridge to sky .instead i have finished up in the back of a bread van just outside bolton sat on a pile of

baguettes

Big Bertha fell apex over base and exposed her big red bloomers. Many people that that it was a solar eclipse, others swore it was a moon. Talk about laugh: he thought his underpants would never dry!

Oh where had those happy carefree days gone?

Ah well he thought I'd better

ask if anybody knows the way to Oban?

. . . . . I've got a luverley bunch of coconuts,
Diddly, diddly, diddly, dum, di, dum,
Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer head.
Just give 'em a twist and a flick of the wrist,
Di, dum, di dum, di dum . . . . .

However, his cheerful countenance was short-lived and he suddenly stopped singing. Ahead of him, looming in the distance, was a dark figure he recognised. 'Oh no', he whispered. 'Surely it cannot be'. Trembling, he grabbed his heavy sack, turned round and fled in the direction of a nearby bordello, where he knew he would find safety. He approached the black front door, lit by a red lamp above and pulled the

laces on his boots a bit tighter, I'll not be taking these off tonight he thinks

he knew he only had 50p that wouldnt go far so he got his

settles himself down comfily under the big oak tree dreaming of beautiful things like

There going to take me away ha he he so