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where there's a will, tika my lovely...
corny tells a great story about a very drunken bridesmaid, end of the night, it's all a bit messy and she starts doing handstands on the dance floor - the dad looks round as her dress rumples around her ears and booms out across the room, over the disco soundtrack, "put it away jessica, no one wants to see your growler"
best use of the word i've heard, still makes me chuckle :)))
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Top work taking the lead on this Clefty! am gutted won't have the chance to spend a bit of quality time with youse all - picnics, pubs and pushbikes being 3 of my favourite things (crisp apple strudle being another) but holidays call...
way to go laydeez! wishing you a fantastic day for the 28th - will be with you in spirit. hope the sun shines bright
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to all the folks who worked hard at putting this together - i salute you!! AND the DJs were doing a fantastic job. i'm sorry that it felt like your efforts were being undervalued - we clearly needed to show you all a lot more love on the day - but my toes were tapping and hips swaying with the tunes.
shame the owner of what is a great space was so uptight - i wonder what the story is there.. maybe angry residents out front? in which case, setting up on the back porch would solve that..
really glad i made the trip down (great cocktails!) - here's to more, and better, bright times :)
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pedestrians who, having blithely crossed a narrow turning in the road when the little man's on red, and freezing momentarily when they realise you're coming at them, then start dancing about in front of you, following your every swerve like a bloody tracking device, while you're desperately trying to go round them to avoid hitting them, going over the handlebars, landing in a heap and fucking your left elbow, left knee, left hand and neck.
Pedestrians can be extremely crap at dealing with their mistakes. We have it every sodding day. The high-heeled media tart, appearing with winning smile from the front of a parked bus, tottering uncertainly then backtracking too late; the bloated pinstriped suit, braying into cellphone as he blindly steps out, languidly trotting to safety in his bench-crafted Oxford brogues, oblivious to the carnage he has left behind; the tourist, giggling in delighted oopsi-daisies cos it's all part of the crazy London Experience, camera in hand but brain sadly never in gear: sooner or later you're going down cos of one of these mugs.
So thanks Dozy McFuckwit, TCR, 8.45am this morning. Tomorrow when you're happily looking out of your window at the morning sun I'll be gazing unintentionally down at my right foot due to my neck muscles being locked, replaying the same two seconds of my best, front-brake-assisted manoeuvres back in my head and seeing your stupid countenance bobbing about in front of me like some zombified weeble-man.
I mean jeeez.
next time jim jams, use them to help scrub your speed. heal quick
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i love good ads - that snickers sunday football spot is genius. GENIUS!!!
but if you want to take a look at why most of it is utter shite, this might be a repost, but it nails it...
i have to go snort cocaine of a stripper's tits now
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1417085460030712897
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first time down souths and what a splendid time!
corny - thanks for leading the way on the ride down, jeez that wind was cruel! and for general loveliness and chips xx
Markyboy, Dropout, Emile, Katt - always a pleasure to have a good old natter
Jonny, Joe, Festus, Skully - lovely to see you all again...festus - thanks for the props on the bike! it's creaky and in need of tlc but i do love it.next time i'm ordering a burger...
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