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Mr. Nasty just left a comment for Barney on the blog lol
evening tommy, i dread to think what this is all about...
Ok, here goes....
It was bad enough when that well-known straw-haired mover and shaker Mr Toes started invading my dreams, but now that the pair of you are ganging up on me in Dreamland, well I for one feel stalked.
Fortunately the alarm clock brought this morning's loony dream to an end, as I dread to think what course it might have taken.
It started innocently enough with me quite happily painting everything in my airing cupboard white, mainly the clothes, as I didn't seemingly like the light blue shade everything was currently in.
I wasn't helped by someone's hands moving everything around, and although I didn't spot the person concerned, I heard myself saying 'Stop it The Game'.
The next step in my dream saw me sitting in my old Govt dept office, diligently doing my computer programming until I was handed the telephone, and told that a certain Mr Toes wanted a word.
Mr Toes informed me that they were doiung a very nice bacon, egg and beans type meal in the canteen and I should come along to meet The Game as a bonus.
As if this tantalising prospect wasn't enough, the Toesmeister then tried to tempt me further by playing me a sound recording of the type of music playing in the canteen sound system. (The sound was of some bigmouth Radio 1 DJ talking over some Jungle music or similar).
No surprise then that I quickly found myself in the canteen, with a few people sitting at a table. I went straight up and shook hands with the one I assumed to be The Game, although I have to
say he looked nothing like the photos I've seen of him meeting the beautiful people of the darts world like Palindrome Anderson. He was wearing a blue pin-striped suit, with a wedding day carnation in his jacket buttonhole.
Back to the grim office, sitting at my desk and noticing that some system changes I had been required to complete for 15th November (for Toes of all people) weren't done on time.
Thank the lord the alarm clock then went off.
Well, aren't you both ashamed?
It was bad enough when that well-known straw-haired mover and shaker Mr Toes started invading my dreams, but now that the pair of you are ganging up on me in Dreamland, well I for one feel stalked.
Fortunately the alarm clock brought this morning's loony dream to an end, as I dread to think what course it might have taken.
It started innocently enough with me quite happily painting everything in my airing cupboard white, mainly the clothes, as I didn't seemingly like the light blue shade everything was currently in.
I wasn't helped by someone's hands moving everything around, and although I didn't spot the person concerned, I heard myself saying 'Stop it The Game'.
The next step in my dream saw me sitting in my old Govt dept office, diligently doing my computer programming until I was handed the telephone, and told that a certain Mr Toes wanted a word.
Mr Toes informed me that they were doiung a very nice bacon, egg and beans type meal in the canteen and I should come along to meet The Game as a bonus.
As if this tantalising prospect wasn't enough, the Toesmeister then tried to tempt me further by playing me a sound recording of the type of music playing in the canteen sound system. (The sound was of some bigmouth Radio 1 DJ talking over some Jungle music or similar).
No surprise then that I quickly found myself in the canteen, with a few people sitting at a table. I went straight up and shook hands with the one I assumed to be The Game, although I have to
say he looked nothing like the photos I've seen of him meeting the beautiful people of the darts world like Palindrome Anderson. He was wearing a blue pin-striped suit, with a wedding day carnation in his jacket buttonhole.
Back to the grim office, sitting at my desk and noticing that some system changes I had been required to complete for 15th November (for Toes of all people) weren't done on time.
Thank the lord the alarm clock then went off.
Well, aren't you both ashamed?
Mr Toes informed me that they were doing a very nice bacon, egg and beans type meal in the canteen and I should come along to meet The Game as a bonus.
in a Govnt office? certainly wasn't HMRC right enough
in a Govnt office? certainly wasn't HMRC right enough
Alun i am honoured to have joined "The Toesmeister" in your dreams (if a little bit scared...). TT did crop up in one of mine a few months ago as a far more genial version of Arthur Pringle from Auf Wiedersehen Pet funnily enough, although alas you have not yet. If i ever dream about a fella with a load of strawberry jelly in his underpants, i'll know who it is.
blimey cant believe you all dream of eachother and admit it ha
You are a pair of scamps picking on me like this, especially that Tommy who seems to have an indecent involvement in my business activities. I haven't forgotten that last time when he was on a list of my creditors after some hiccup with a speedboat.
Game, although I watched the first few series of AWP, I don't remember Arthur Pringle.
Who was he?
Who was he?
Arthur Pringle was played by that fine character actor Bryan Pringle
Was he in one of the later series, Alun? I don't remember him. What part did he play?
The blue and white paints bit I can explain, because I watched 'Three Colours White' and 'Three Colours Blue' before I went to bed this last few evenings.
alun, can I interject briefly? Whatever happened to roanman, I know you did correponded with him?
No, Pringle was in the first half of Series 2, he ran the hotel they were staying in, and was later exposed as a fetishist pervert, not that I would know anything about that Your Honour. . ..
He observed a very strict "No Riff Raff" policy Tommy and had a big handlebar moustache
My dreams have been invaded by Dude quite a lot lately.
I was with him and Lester Piggott a few nights ago and somehow, inadvertently, logged onto to the Oval office at the Whitehouse by webcam - and knew from there on in the FBI would be tracking my e-mails.
I'm very wary about sending any now!
I was with him and Lester Piggott a few nights ago and somehow, inadvertently, logged onto to the Oval office at the Whitehouse by webcam - and knew from there on in the FBI would be tracking my e-mails.
I'm very wary about sending any now!
ok thanks alun, I know he's not posted on here for maybe 2 years, hope he's ok.
Roanman was a traffic cop in the east end of London iirc.
Indeed he was BC, the fact did tend to crop up often. :-)
I remember the last time I saw him posting he was having a hard time health wise. Many of us wished him well.
I hope he's come through it okay.
I hope he's come through it okay.
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