Me. As I'd fully understood what you meant........it was hardly a complex social interaction you were describing
Did he not try and give you some stick? Did you not front him out? Did he not put on E17? Does this therefore make him a quilt by definition? By refusing to be intimidated by him, you are therefore Joe Rock.... See, perfect sense
In MITO fashion: 1. Not the one who put E17 on 2. Not the one who put E17 on 3. Not the one I fronted out 4. They're both ****ing quilts 5. I'm far from physically hard these days. My gob is proper Joe Rock, though Disclaimer: 5. This in no way relates to The Hammerhead TM
Generally and as a rule of thumb, I talk my way into trouble then talk my way out of it. It makes for an interesting life
So did you get Denise a plug of the butt variety for Crimbo? You know.. to keep her limber during your absences
Barbara, the lady who got the cancer all-clear and is now getting married has asked Vic to arrange her hen party. Any random guesses on where it'll be?
Denice was ****-faced last night. I was in before and after the match. She invited us for Christmas Dinner at the Cheese. Must have been arseholed We have also been invited to Cockney Roger and Jill's for the same. Last year round there went well. Roger and I were pissed and stoned. Jill and Vic were just pissed. Dinner was supposed to be at 4.00 pm. Roger and I went home at 3 to our respective houses. Jill and Vic stayed at the Cheese "for one more". I asked Vic to wake me up when she was on her way to Roger and Jill's. In reality, she woke me up at 7 pm. Roger had woken up and eaten nearly all the turkey breast and ALL the roast spuds, so I ended up having Christmas pudding, listening to the two of them screaming invective at each other. Ahhh, Christmas in Latchford