I’d rather have my eyes scooped out with hot spoons than go caravanning. Strictly for tinks and mongos.
Uber is decent. Would only bother with a cab company now if all was lost and it was the end of days. THE SASH MY FATHER WORE
Last time I was in a Taxi in that there London I said "Waterloo please". Driver replies "Wot mate, the train station?" I quickly replied "Well we are a bit late for the ****ing battle". I'm, here all week...not really, off to Portugal tomoz. Up yees
I switched my search engine to Go Duck go and my phone assumes I'm in America now . I even get the US version of my beloved Dailly Mail
Happend to me. Was at the pink turban, waterloo, North Lanarkshire. Going home in car and before we drive off some orange **** dressed like a poof asks if wed seen the walk...he was late and was playing in the band. "Yer in waterloo rang battle mate" Im hilarious