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Stu where were you??? I must have asked a million times and Hevs missed you too.

I`ve got a six pack, well it was a 12 pack but I`ve drunk some now

Hi Gwen how are you love? XXx Dan I said mucusy not musculy.......mussely......muscley.....er with a six pack

Thank you. I am quite muscular. Yes next week I'll be there. My only worry is changing trains in Manchester :-I

Welcome back its been so quiet on here

i bet they only pinched an apple or something Dan, anyway I intend finding out what ours did. You still up for it next week? or you too mucusy

The boys detained on the Akbar were aged between twelve and sixteen on arrival and had already served short prison sentences for a variety of crimes. Some of the Akbar’s captains complained that some boys were not physically fit enough for life on board ship. Boys from the Akbar were not generally accepted in the Royal Navy because of their criminal background

Thanks Dan you are a little Mucusy star

The Akbar was, as far as I know, for criminal youths. Certainly the cases I've come across were aboard for that reason and were now undergoing reformation after serving sentence. I'll check up on it.

OH WOW STU...where you been mate...I kept asking after you...where were youXXXXXXxx DAN we must talk bad boys on Saturday...we simply must...and by the way do stop the mucus.....EEHyuch....hope you aren't gonna spread germs next week

Far to much info.

Yeah I'm still blowing out and on occasions swallowing sticky green mucus which is still congregating about my nasal passages. Quite tasty.

Thanks Hevs. I'm 99% healthy Well they were only put there after comitting crimes, probably a bit much though. I don't know the ins and outs of the place and what happened aboard.

Dan you shopuld go look at the records for those lads....the regime was brutal, but for some better than home....BRB....Garage 2 mins.....Hi Mandy Xx

Yes Mandy, and you'll see I still just called it a line :-)

I'm not really into doing bad boys as you put it, but if you gave me some details to investigate with I'd be happy to be oblige.

Gray trust me to have a bad boy eh? Don't think he was really bad...and he turned out ok.....and that Akbar sounded awful...but it showed why he read and wrote...when none of his brothers did. Dan why don't you do my bad boy

I've only done five thousand. Another thirty thousand to go: This one is quite good in a macabre sort of way: (pre edited so bear with it) The Snowwoman On night of Saturday 5, 1867, Mr. William Rainford, an elderly farmer living at the Grange, near to West Kirby, retired to bed at about half-past nine. He left his aged wife in the kitchen, expecting her to come and join him in bed in a short while. As usual, William dozed off to sleep. Later, at about half-past eleven, William awoke to find that his wife had still not come to bed. Worried, he got up and went down to the kitchen. There he found a candle burning on the windowsill but his wife was nowhere to be seen. He searched for her throughout the entire house, but still his elderly spouse could not be found. Now very concerned Mr. Rainford awoke his servants and together they searched the farm outhouses in the hope that she may have wandered into one of those. Despite their thorough investigations the whereabouts of Mrs Rainford still could not be found. The police constable of the district was contacted but even he could shed no further light upon on the matter. The poor old man was in a very sad state and spent a very miserable and sleepless night. It wasn’t until daybreak that the shocking truth about the disappearance of Mrs Rainford was revealed. At half-past eight on the Sunday morning, the frozen body of the eighty-nine year old was found lying near to the house, completely covered in snow; her wrinkled skin had turned a pale blue. It was supposed that during the night Mrs Rainford had ventured outside to use the water-closet, which was near to where she was found, when a strong gust of wind blew the infirm woman down to the frosty ground below. With no strength to rise, she was soon covered in the winter snow as it poured down heavily from above. The prevailing snowstorm that weekend was a particularly fierce one and was no doubt responsible for Mrs Rainford’s icy death.

Aaaah wee lamb....was you really sick? Oooooh wee soul come here for a (((())))