Do you like baked beans?

Do you even read the Guardian or just take it with you to the cafe on a Saturday to make you appear middle class ?



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I know, he was a lot bigger than I expected and he wouldn't use any lube. Kept spanking my arse saying "Who's the Daddy now, bitch"

Toddlers these days eh?

 

They grow up so fast.

 

I don't need to appear middle class - I live in Muswell Hill, remember? I have arrived

 

Have you even been to Selsey Bill?

 

In my car, which is not quite a Jaguar? No.

Madness are my homeboys though, and I have a couple of stories. This one time, me and Suggs...nah, that one is boring actually.

 

I was thinking of Primrose Hill Muswell hill is a toilet .
Crouch end perhaps

 

I´ve met Carl before. He introduced himself as, "Hi, I´m Carl from Madness" which I suppose was an accurate introduction. He was a decent ****. This was probably about 10 years ago.

 

Did you reply I'm Iain from Glasgow ?

 

Crouch End is a bit heavy on skinny jeans wearing Moby lookalike ****s chugging craft beer and telling stories about how they nearly met Annie Lennox in the Blue Legume. You would love it

 

No, I just said, "I´m Iain, pleased to meet you mate".

 

I don't wear skinny jeans drink craft beer or enjoy the works of Annie Lennox , hope this helps ascertain a witty reply for further posts.

 

You are a **** though. I did say Crouch End was full of ****s didn't I?

 

I lived there once.

 

Are you Bob Geldoff?


I know you're not Fergeal Sharkey, cos he still lives in North Finchley. And Phil Lynott's brown bread.

 

None of them and it's Sir Bob to you,does Dave Stewart still live there?

 

I think he lives in L.A., but as far as I know he still owns the studio in the church on Crouch Hill.

 

Just had the full Aberdonian there.

No beans, no black pudding, no tomatoes, no sausage, no eggs, poached,fried or boiled.

I had 2 slices of bacon between 2 buttered slices of bread,

 

I ate for nothing in Harvester today; I filled my pockets with croutons, beetroot cubes and bread rolls as I made my way for a free wee. It was a bit of a mistake storing vinegarette in my shirt pocket, though.