Small world! I had a rhino-septum operation yesterday (sleep apnoea) and when I came round from the general anaesthetic I was rambling about Apollo, evidently, and insisted on telling all the nurses all the Apollo missions, in order, the astronauts who walked on the moon and even the landing-sites and the names of the lunar-modules. And to make things worse... my ex is a sister on the ward and had a ****ing good laugh about it this morning when she did my discharge (that's going home procedure, not a medical condition). When I realised I wouldn't be another Pete Conrad (or Chris Lawler) I set my sights on being the new Ron Jeremies. Dunno which one was the most unrealistic.
The real story of why I moved to Yorkshire had nothing to do with the railways... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPSzPGrazPo
Who gives fellow ugly, fat ****s with unremarkable cock's something to aspire to. Well it did for me anyway....
Oh I think I follow now But how would Donga see your response? Surely you'd have to put it in here as well? You little scamp you <shakefistsmiley>
The point is, he didn't need to see my response. Derailment was achieved in a way that was covered with a smokescreen of genuine mistake. It took you in
