all round to Johnny Mustang's then

you should see him play ker-plunk with his @rse, tis a sight to behold

i can think of 1 or 2 other things i'd rather do than anything to do with observing the movements of JM's 'arris tvm.

pulling the sticks out isn't too bad it's what he does with the marbles

proves himself to be a clueless pri ck time and time again

give over bondy, he's no less a wind up merchant than you

Lives in Beautiful West London by all accounts

Sensationally rubbish opinion there on my part. As penance, I will spend the evening with nothing but a hammer and my testicles in a sadistic version of Hungry Hippos.

sounds therapeutic

We've all done it....

i'm a crossfire man myself

moved on from mousetrap

Your showing your age there Elise but sadly I think I had the original version too.

yep, my kids think they are hard done to with 400 tv channels, a phone, laptop, playstations, wiis and a fridge full of food

i remember we had an atari with ping pong, watch with mother and bread and dripping for tea

took my youngest to play football this morning, when i put my top down as a goalpost she thought i'd lost it

cardboard box - you were lucky

Obviously mustang has previous, hes the resident village idiot by the looks of things. I thought as much, i must take the block off him as he may well be a source of some entertainment.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
    You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
    Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
    Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
    Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
    And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

My mother used to cut the bread with a jammy knife....

binatone game console

cbs colecovision

Pablo, I'll see your Binatone and raise you a Stretch Armstrong.

i can't compete with that JM

i fold

Does that beat a "good condition" Johnny Seven gun?

elise 27 May 15 16:34 
i'm a crossfire man myself