The best excuse ever from Mr van Gerwen yesterday. Bumping into him on the train from Victoria last night, which ruined what had a wonderful day until then with my beloved. Mr van Gerwen went to the toilet and "they were all locked and I'm bursting for a p*** so I have had to get out at Brixton" came my pm on this wonderful message board. Bull****, you realised that the Elf was going to call his bet in and you scarpered. A shame really, as my wife having not met you before thought you were very pleasant. I told her that he was a nasty person who did not pay his debts.
Ended up in Herne Hill, which mercifully has a karzi on the station. Are you an expert in station Ben Ghazi's as well then?
With my bladder you need to know these things. You should not have been a tight wad and gone into a boozer.
Given your liking for exagerrating most things, on this occasion I have to agree with you. Finding a train with a full compliment of working toilets is as rare as you paying a bet.
I will be going to the cafe on Saturday morning if you are about. Given your lack of finances since your mishap at the weekend, you will probably resemble an Ethiopian orphan by then
R is for RD. God, creator, and now self apologist. All hail our owner, and try not to froth Pulled OFF.
