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I am struggling bod. I have consumed 3 large G n Ts and a large glass of First Cape. The dillemma is do I go downsairs and open a bottle of Freixenet Cordon**Cava? Ann has gone to bed so in order to avoid waste I will need to consume the lot myself therefore rendering me inacpable of coherent thought until at least midday tomorrow? :(

N.E.G.R.O FFS :_|

Would you have had coherent thoughts if you didn't drink it? I think not. Let's struggle on through the mire until the final accounting. And even then maybe we can hide under the bed and all will be well.

I may oblige, but it all depends on what you bring to the table...and I would have to insist upon littering the conversation with expletives...

No problem - so long as they have contingency.

Good point bod. I am on my way down.. in more ways than one. That will be fine SB. My business partner is Scottish. we have bben together for 10 years and in typically English fasion I have been unable to find the words to tell him that the only bits of his conversation I understand are the swearwords. :)

I think I may be at an unfair advantage as it's only 5.55 pm where I am though I have been swilling ale all afternoon whileI've been betting on the footy...

You need a business manager Paddy, for a mere £50000000+VAT I'll do it and ensure you have piece of mind. Or a piece of mine, whichever is smaller.

I was thinking of the same when I was reading this, but during when I was reading this, my sticky left ball came unstuck off my upper left leg, then I thought of something else

Things happen, punter.

indeed bodil, c'est la vie!

We should be resolute. Face the future. And drink anything within reach to numb the inevitable horror. Or not.

Are we all still drinking ? ...I am...I have a nice case of Molson Canadian at my disposal...makes me p!ss like a rasehorse though..

I should feed you to Armchair Jockey Wilson. He'll put you straight.

Woooah! Looked at the clock and though it was 10 to 3 am. It's like I have almost 3 new hours to play with. Play with me. Please.

wheres misspy when you need her ?
the aldwych possibly

Ur clock must be fvcked cos it's omnly 20 past 11 (assuming ur in UK).

for the gentlemen, a helen baxendale, sounds good right enough!

And buck nekkid?

Helen Baxendale - a barely adequate substitute.

But these are hard times.

indeed

i've always thought of rankingmissp in white stockings

I've never thought of her in those terms. A whole new universe of wonder.

well our brains are unique

So they are punterfleecer, so they are.

Some are more unique than others.

Entertain me...

Kiss my bloated lips - before I stab you in the gut/or not.

Who writes this Crap? Not me.

Feed me...

Paddy Mayne 29 Nov 22:52
My business partner is Scottish. we have bben together for 10 years and in typically English fasion I have been unable to find the words to tell him that the only bits of his conversation I understand are the swearwords

I understand him, and he understands me.

Ya posh bastid.