Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Marvin wrote: I'd be a rubbish fisherman, can't get a bite...
Its yer massive helmet.
Ive got one of them
Same here. Fuckin long thick neck too.
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Burt Reynolds wrote:
Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Marvin wrote: I'd be a rubbish fisherman, can't get a bite...
Its yer massive helmet.
Ive got one of them
Same here. Fuckin long thick neck too.
and me,
your always copying me Burt 
Chris Nash wrote: I'm selling my helmet on Ebay
Makes a change from street corners,
like you usually do...
Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Sex case.
Hang im,hang im,hang im
LOL that is bizarre.
I was in a shop in Kennington, Sarf London, and some mad old woman walked in, looked at me, and started screaming and pointing 'HE'S EVIL!! HE's EVIL!!, HANG HIM!!'
I was a bit startled, and carried on selling me nuts, but she kept going on, and got forcibly removed from the shop by a couple of Community Wardens (arse).
I enquired outside, and apparently she thought i was Ian Huntley.
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Sex case.
Hang im,hang im,hang im
LOL that is bizarre.
I was in a shop in Kennington, Sarf London, and some mad old woman walked in, looked at me, and started screaming and pointing 'HE'S EVIL!! HE's EVIL!!, HANG HIM!!'
I was a bit startled, and carried on selling me nuts, but she kept going on, and got forcibly removed from the shop by a couple of Community Wardens (arse).
I enquired outside, and apparently she thought i was Ian Huntley.
Bert,please define the "selling me nuts" bit 
Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Gazman wrote:
Burt Reynolds wrote:
Sex case.
Hang im,hang im,hang im
LOL that is bizarre.
I was in a shop in Kennington, Sarf London, and some mad old woman walked in, looked at me, and started screaming and pointing 'HE'S EVIL!! HE's EVIL!!, HANG HIM!!'
I was a bit startled, and carried on selling me nuts, but she kept going on, and got forcibly removed from the shop by a couple of Community Wardens (arse).
I enquired outside, and apparently she thought i was Ian Huntley.
Bert,please define the "selling me nuts" bit
Mr Patel was mulling over pistachios or cashews, when it all kicked off. The elderly woman involved was carrying tens of plastic bags, if that helps, and was wrapped up in about a hundred layers of home woven clothing. You know the type.
A wee woman like that got mugged round the corner from ours last night,dirty bastard (the mugger,no the wifie )
banshee wrote: so burt is nools huntley lookalikey
would you like a sweety !!
According to some old bat.
Not long after i met you last Saturday, I slipped some of me cola bottles to Jem. She's still alive, as far as i know.
When we learnt that my grandfather was about to die, that was around Saint Valentine's day (we celebrated his 88th birthday together on February 4th - I thought he was going to have 100 as he entertained us (almost) like he never did before), I told my mother that he was so original that we had to prepare ourselves for the fatal issue by Feb 29th.
So, on Friday, I was sitting (as elder son of my father who was the elder son of my grandfather, which makes me also the elder grandson of his) at the front of the car following the hearse. It was a hot sunny day as he used to like. Fate made the way quite unreal. We drove by his house. At a crossroad, an armoured car of the company he worked for after he got retired from the Armée de l'air, let us the priority even if it was to us to let them go... At the cemetery, a fighter of the Aéronavale made a low altitude passage, a good summation of his military career...
It was my tenth February 29th. Something says to me that this one will remain the one engraved in my memories.
Finally at home, I felt a bit special and a song that surrounded me pulled so loud in my head. It sang that it had been a strange day, such a strange day...
