police enter no go area as dorset street gangs clash in the streetsYou wouldn’t understand.
Now **** off an get stoned.
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police enter no go area as dorset street gangs clash in the streetsYou wouldn’t understand.
Now **** off an get stoned.
Yes, there's a lot of "tongue in cheek" in my post (as per usual), but (as per usual) there are strong elements of truth in what I write.
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That's what everybody there was wishing yeah?
Nice theory.
He's a good singer and performer. He's learnt a lot over the past couple of years.
He was on fire, last night.
I would also add that Daz knows just about the hardest three blokes in Dorset, one of whom used to be head doorman on Bournemouth's roughest club. The bloke has hands that could crush skulls.
Again, I'm sure that Sweats was doing nothing more than having a bit of cheeky fun, but I really do advise people to steer clear of this stupid talk about violence.
Let's keep this clean, lads.

In all seriousness, I really would not advise that.
He'd take on you, your missus, and every poor ****er you bring along with you. Daz is as hard as nails, and a psycho with it.
Also, our keyboardist, Matt, is a gym teacher. Hard as nails, and extremely strong.
I'm fairly handy myself, but I'm getting older and slower, these days, so try to keep away from trouble, unless there is no way of avoiding it, at which point I have never shied away from a ruck.
We once had some trouble at a gig, a couple of years back, when a gang of lads, who stormed the venue at the end of an evening as we were packing up, thought it would be a good laugh to **** about with our stuff. To be fair, they were pretty tasty, but they ended up regretting the incident.
I'm saying this, not to seem hard - because I really do not like to get involved, these days - but to make it very clear that, should it come down to it, the band is very handy at that sort of thing. You have to be, playing the kinds of venues we do.
As for you and your missus "getting up to do a song" - that absolutely will not be tolerated.
Anyway, I hope you come along and enjoy yourself, Sweats.

Tell your mate Daz he's a ****wit and that he sings like a demented chicken. And as for them other three goofs, id blow their bolloxs off.
There you go @sweats sorted for yer bro![]()
Tell your mate Daz he's a ****wit and that he sings like a demented chicken. And as for them other three goofs, id blow their bolloxs off.
There you go @sweats sorted for yer bro![]()
He knows Mo then? Mo had Danny Dyer stay at his house![]()
Come down here and tell him that to his face.
Nah, didn't think so.
Talk is cheap, little chef. You keep talking, mate.

That's what he said, Danny DyerAnd Ronnie Kray's step sister's godson.

And he is a pussy.That's what he said, Danny Dyer![]()

That's a ****in long post. Are you Pouchy?In all seriousness, I really would not advise that.
He'd take on you, your missus, and every poor ****er you bring along with you. Daz is as hard as nails, and a psycho with it.
Also, our keyboardist, Matt, is a gym teacher. Hard as nails, and extremely strong.
I'm fairly handy myself, but I'm getting older and slower, these days, so try to keep away from trouble, unless there is no way of avoiding it, at which point I have never shied away from a ruck.
We once had some trouble at a gig, a couple of years back, when a gang of lads, who stormed the venue at the end of an evening as we were packing up, thought it would be a good laugh to **** about with our stuff. To be fair, they were pretty tasty, but they ended up regretting the incident.
I'm saying this, not to seem hard - because I really do not like to get involved, these days - but to make it very clear that, should it come down to it, the band is very handy at that sort of thing. You have to be, playing the kinds of venues we do.
As for you and your missus "getting up to do a song" - that absolutely will not be tolerated.
Anyway, I hope you come along and enjoy yourself, Sweats.
Whose cheek? Do I know him?
Yes, there's a lot of "tongue in cheek" in my post (as per usual), but (as per usual) there are strong elements of truth in what I write.
Yeah, ok. I will!
You're bigging up your imaginary tough guy mate by telling us he knows the 'three hardest men in Dorset', you stupid old prick.
Read your own words, clown.

He'd take on you, your missus, and every poor ****er you bring along with you. Daz is as hard as nails, and a psycho with it.
Also, our keyboardist, Matt, is a gym teacher. Hard as nails, and extremely strong.
I'm fairly handy myself, but I'm getting older and slower, these days, so try to keep away from trouble, unless there is no way of avoiding it, at which point I have never shied away from a ruck.
We once had some trouble at a gig, a couple of years back, when a gang of lads, who stormed the venue at the end of an evening as we were packing up, thought it would be a good laugh to **** about with our stuff. To be fair, they were pretty tasty, but they ended up regretting the incident.
I'm saying this, not to seem hard - because I really do not like to get involved, these days - but to make it very clear that, should it come down to it, the band is very handy at that sort of thing. You have to be, playing the kinds of venues we do.
As for you and your missus "getting up to do a song" - that absolutely will not be tolerated.
Okay, you silly fcuker, come down here and pick a fight with Daz.
Perhaps you are a hard man, and not a keyboard warrior who likes to play at being hard. Perhaps you'll give Daz a spanking, although I seriously doubt it.
Either way, I can absolutely promise you that you won't come out with rubbish like you've just written, after the experience, whichever way it goes.
Perhaps you'll think better of it after you've sobered up.
