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‘So what drove the self-styled ‘stately homo’ – a man who claimed to hate England – to return home when he knew it may kill him? Did he effectively commit suicide? I believe he did.’
There’s a a big Basingstoke Bomber difference – the Blob was brutally killed by his landlord when he dared to challenge his rental agreement.
Ground of the type he didn’t like – the late Crisp’s legal team will be in touch. It could cost you a packet !
The famous roll necked crooner Andy Williams would take a plane to Paris just to buy his underwear.
gamble saved the fare – he picked his jocks up in a dump.
THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL
Jean Le Blob Baptiste’s severed head was delicately placed on a silver plate and handed by Le Marquis de Matre Herod under Caesar Mac Le knife’s direct orders to the Talking Horses fraternity. This gift of unwanted dumped flesh, was given to offset past wounds.
What surprised the fraternity most when they got the head home was – it talked.
I do like nosing around charity shops but not so much for pants. I bought a statue of a quarter horse for £1.50 in one about six years ago. It was all half price that day but I still tried to get her down to a nicker but the blonde girl wouldn’t budge and may have fallen back on the word charity.
Well grounded advice
and a valuable hack.
I suggest few could better
your knowledge of flea pits
and farthing stores.Crisp is not Blob
Mother Theresa is nearer
She had a big
erm…
click.If we are name calling,
Diane Avis
is the only female entity
that is appropriate.
She is not Davies
She is just one of his
click and separated
at the hip.
I have always had total
respect for her,
She can cope with
that acidic tongue
and all his legal threats.I was surprised that Nathan
put up the Euro pop
thread.
Where I was brought up
it was always a six month minimum for a grieving.
If it’s a mate
you might add a couple
of months and the black tie.
Still Nathan is something
else.
Nathan well
He’s unstoppable.The Irritable thread can continue for infinity
but for the rest of us
addicts with any respect
it’s closure.The flies aren’t feeling
themselves but they will
be a staying..‘ Too layzee to breed
too layzee to leave ‘Tonight Matthew I’m going to
be BIG TONY.One has to say that apart from jumping well ,Crisp was a good writer and raconteur, not that I have read any of his stuff, and well, he preferred the company of strangers.
I had to laugh at the riposte.
End of report
BIG TONY signing off 👏
The memoirs of a monocled man from South Bromley have highlighted interesting circumstantial and anecdotal evidence of the existence and whereabouts of one Diane Avis. The transcripts in the detailed research denote that she was a woman born in 1987 who spent her younger years living in a shoebox apartment in merry Clapton on sea. Emaciated in form due to her poorly circumstances, she managed to put by and put by, and after a number of difficult years had saved a meagre amount, but enough to be able to escape her then destiny in a small boat. After a rough journey in the company of other paying escapees she landed after some difficult days at sea, on the shores of Bilbao, a Spanish seaport. It was an unearthly hour.
It was some years later in 2004 when she was just seventeen that she realized she was a narcissist. Always dressed in green, her favourite colour, it was a thumbs up for the locals who were happy enough to queue up nose to back of Spanish head, in the moonlight when she danced at her best. One night a tourist visited her small town, who after catching sight of her, was enraptured by her beauty and vivacity and the impressive fact she was a mute. She danced through that particular night like a demon and then suddenly caught sight of his commanding fixated leer, and he danced towards her with hand movements that were mesmerizing, and it was at that moment that her transmogrification happened and she blissfully unified with him. She’d been blobbed.
Aristotle qualified the general state of happiness as one that could only really be achieved by dedication of action and this necessitated working on oneself every day and with some effort.
It necessitated virtuous tasks to be undertaken.One modern philosopher who has gained a huge recent following of late, is more downright in his approach, and states that simply by seeing things in a slightly different way and not following the masses, shortcuts to bliss, without Aristotle’s efforts, can quite easily be achieved.
An example of this in one of his recent rittings…
‘Everyone else decamps to the beach, Waitrose is all but deserted, back home you can open your French window on a fine sunny Hampshire day and hear a pin drop, wall-to-wall racing, there is literally nothing not to like.’
Diane Avis was a crowd catcher, a firestarter, a raw startling natural beauty that stopped the movement of crowds. John Lennon even ranted she was just seventeen. However, from a historical standpoint, despite her freshness as a lettuce, daisy like innocence, and coolness as a cucumber, many considered she was not quite in the same organic league, or seed bed, as the 33 year old Helen of Troy.
It was said Diane’s erstwhile partner – the Blob, could paint ten thousand words.
Colloralary or begging question …
Why did this house cash out at 9900 ?
Did it have inside on the forthcoming Trojan War ?
In my personal view Diane was a patch better than Helen – she had the Raz factor.
Not posted for ages and the likelihood is I won’t post again. Gamble I fear is losing his touch, forget John Lennon it was Janice obviously who told the truth after Danny gave her the nod. But what do I know other than my interest in the sport of Charlie and his cousins is all but extinguished apart from the occasional visit to the Bois De Boulogne or the delights of a curry house on Belgrave Road. Alas it is the same with TRF. If you’re ever in the Rag And Mop let me know and I’ll gladly buy you a pint.
I bid you adieu me ducks!
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