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is currently cramming champman's interview down its scrawny wee pipe towards your all-singing, all-dancing, multi-functional broadband jobby .... as this makes everything run at the pace of a dysfunctional mákem with his wife's knickers around his ankles, I may need to sit back and let the bugger do its own thing in its own time, here !
In other words, I'll be back in twenty or thirty, or whatever ... :mad:
I wonder if this site is moderated by the parish priest.
When I was a kid ours was a right tyrant.
He used to say to those people slipping out early during evening mass on a Sunday, "I hope those people leaving early are not feeling too unwell".
17 ahead, I'll not blow this lead, Keegan or no Keegan
Correction 18 ahead.
Now it's 19 or is it 20, whatever it is, the lead is enormous.
three to go, then what happens
They'll probably send me a bill, I reckon.
Here goes
Nah man, surely once you reach 50 you change.
I have noticed that my hair has started to fall out and my memory keeps on going.
Where am I?
Where's this file broonee.
When are you going to get broadband.
We're all driving mercedes and you're in trabant.
I've still got to take that dog out yet.
And Suffolk is beginning to resemble Alaska rather than Andalucia temperature wise.
Perhaps you can tell me where I can get some thermals, Broonee.
This interview, is it a DVD that you're sending. Still nee sign of it.
Nearly up to sixty.
Just one more after this,
Roll of drums,
now what level am I?
Fecking hell, I feel like going for a long stand, or a barrel of steam.
I went to see my nephews college this weekend.
I think he's paying Ł52 a week for his room.