I was doing surveillance for them yesterday and these were the scenes when DR left his house and walked past the neighbours on his way to the corner shop for milk, pedigree chum finest and vaseline @The DR says
I'm off to make a brew... who wants?? and where the **** are the pub staff... Dribs is accountable for this since he seems to have made himself the ****ing owner
Exactly, glad somebody picked up on the double entendre!! You can get a free piece of whichever Kraut sausage you'd like
I wasnt enjoying anything this past month . Bar cuddles from my little one obviously, they make you feel better Just couldnt get stuff off my mind and the worst thing is it was all my doing. Lost weight through stress though so every cloud and all that Hope you get your **** sorted
Other than that he lives in London, has kids (who I think are grown-up now) and likes Guiness, he's not much of one for giving away private information. Bus driver's a decent shout. Similarly, I could also see him as a taxi driver. Or some sort of dodgy import/export business. @This is Anfield: Care to provide some information?
Well it's good you're back in the game now. Just trying not to think about or engage with it myself... have much better control over my head these days Brews are up... you can all get your own milks and sugars wherever they are, couldn't find them under all of Dribs' bus paraphernalia in the staffroom