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Rabbit! RABBIT! Rabbitrabbitrabbit-- Rabbitrabbitrabbit - feckin' SAINSBURY'S!!
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Bored silly now
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Got to ask yourself a question - where are you now? Where are you now?
Look who's alone now - it's not me. It's not me. |
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Nightal...
![]() Then Chas and Dave broke wind simultaneously because of the cheese sandwiches and Guinness... ![]() |
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All good. All welcome.
Sleep well. |
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Hare is one final image : Bonnie Tyler, as she is NOW, riding naked except for a pair of green wellies and Marigold gloves, across the Newmarket heath, on a disturbed 14-year son of Charnwood Forest...
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Too relevant.
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You would pay good money to see that, wouldn't you?
7.30 am tomorrow -- be there -- pay da man. No cameras or mobile phones allowed. |
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Bring your own wobbly jelly...
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Ha!
Have you ever lived in a film which no one has ever written a script to, Vel and Bodil? It's pretty fantastic -and I love every bizarre, nonsensical minute of it. However, I've been semi-poached tonight by a taxi driver. At least it keeps the options open! |
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Good night Tommy - I have to be up early tomorrow as Craig Whyte (Mexican bandit) is up before the JUDGE tomorrow at Glasgow Sheriff Court --
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Must just add: I'm surprised by the pair of you having anything to do with the malicious crags cretins.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Sick in the head pair of freaks (the crags). You really both know far better than that. |
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Hey Toes - good to hear from you. I'm going through something I recall you doing years ago.
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Good night Vel.
Good luck with the Mexican Bandit! |
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Hey Bodil.
I hope it's something good. If not: Bear up - and I wish you all the best. |
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He did a MISSION to destroy the Rangers
but now - like Zapata - or even Zappa - he must pay the price... ...yes, the price of lack of freedom... ...and incarceration...across da nation...![]() |
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hahaha!
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it was bearing up stuff tt.
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Commiserations then Bodil.
Life can be such a ratbag at times. |
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Run my heroic one - run!
Leap on the horse of Bonnie Tyler, that swift black son of Charnwood Forest! Hold on...gallop into the night!-- as you grasp the bouncing breasts of bonny Bonnie! Freeeedommmm! ![]() |
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hahahaha!!!
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G'night all - big day in court today --
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We all know that isn't how it works. But we would kill to escape it. Count me in - eventually.
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Fly, my lovely, fly!
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Good luck in court Vel!
I'm always in - for everything - Bodil! |
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It's my mother, tt. In hospital (ironically a wonderfully functioning institution despite owing many millons via PPI.
Killing them all regardless is surely right? |
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So sorry to learn that, Bodil.
I really wish you all the best. |
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She was great,then she was fine.
At 95 you have limited opportunities. But age hooks them, eventually. Then erases them. And then there's nothing. |
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Aye.
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- blunt, but so bloody true.
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We hear the playback and it seems so far.
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She is still fighting. As will I, as will you. We will not let them have easy victories.
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Hmmm.
Well, it ain't getting me yet. I've got 18 years to make up - and by Christ, how I'm doing so at the moment! |