He can barely find his way out of the cheese, let alone finding and hunting down a miniature giraffe.
Like a bunch from the dark ages aren't they Strange amount of animosity but I guess they are still stuck in the 1970's so what can we expect.....
In town billy on me tablet(and no not the medicational kind), was sitting next to a nice old couple in the Midland earlier and the stories about Billy Liddell the old lad told me were great, and about the boys pen just after the war etc, the poor lad was recovering from a stroke and he was cheddared telling me his stories good bless him. Went next to the Wetherspoons in Whitechapel but its ****ing ****e, in the Yates's now, a few more then I'll be giving you the upsey's on the way past your street on the green goddess.
You're guaranteed a good chat in the Midland with some half-cut old bevhead eh Enjoy your trip through the metropolitan borough of Kenny mate I'm sure it's pleasant for you to get in and see the posher parts once in a while
I had a quick shufty over there - half and half scarves, streets full of dog mess and Norwegians - stereotype heaven ....
