chrisp65

shallow pillock has his pathetic way of valuing people undermied by basic plastic surgery maybe he needs some surgery, 'cos he's looking like an arsehole at present

today is gorgeously sunny, but because it's November people have presumed it wouldn't be so rather smugly I've walked to the beach and had it all to me and mine for an hour we've come home with a giant bag of chips there can't be many places better than the UK - you just need to get the exact location and mindset right (my only comparitors are Malta and Germany, loved them both, but wouldn't go back if offered a swap today)

75th anniversary of kristallnacht (edit: tomorrow) apparently

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gITQ52sz4dg

I could have Morpheus penis dna on me?

apparently I'm the doppleganger for this guy, local BBC weatherman, Derek Brockway to the point where I once had to pretend to be him at a funeral

We've had money, cars, dad's cars and even growers and showers. The only place to go was the wives. It's simple, just rate your partner out of 10. There is no need for topless photo's but if you want to PM me, I'll see if I can post them up later. Mine is in the 'wife' category: rating: 10 superpower: knows what I'm thinking just before I know and she's not even here, looking over my shoulder.

out of curio, where did you buy it from? Just that there was one being transported up the M5 earlier (and I thought of you)

17th November 1993 Wales vs Romania Andy Williams - Can't Take My Eyes Off You still is the worst match I've ever been to, stopped watching footy altogether for a little while after that

it's just half a step up from a happy snapper, an Olympus EPL1 it was NOS end of line with 2 lenses in the box for £200 to be honest it's usually set on auto for snaps, but then I've usually got the laptop in the car so I can tweek later I'm very much a shoot n run artist at the moment

No he had the Ford Fairmont, which was the next model up. clean up on aisle 3 and new underwear for villaajax

Had to drive through Lacock in Wiltshire today and noticed it had quite a large and impressive Great War Memorial. Couldn't help noticing it was only a small place but had 30 names for remembrance. When I got home I did a quick wiki check and Lacock has a population of under 200 (which feels about right for the few dozen houses there). 30 lost from a population of 200 Couldn't help noticing those on the added stone for World War 2 numbered 'only' 14. I can't help but think that lesser number was a direct result of the 30 men lost 22 years earlier. It was the sort of place that was picture postcard pretty and genteel, what a terrible impact those wars must have had. We are, despite our grumbles, a lucky generation.

is it just me, or does it look a bit like John Prescott?

get in! property prices set to soar here on top of the hill I'm off to burn some plastic

for those of you that like it a bit trad......Lacock in Wiltshire earlier today having paid £3 for the priviledge of parking I declined the £12 to get into the Abbey, so it was a long lense over the wall ha! ha! stuff you National Trust

final moved house to get away from the guy next door setting up my flea circus and half the little buggers appear to be missing hope they're ok

you've dodged a bullet full of over hyped ford shit there boy

much improved site with cat oooh, they're getting bigger

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBXRJgSd-aU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmS4po8hIeo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHYKoSu62WY

I'm so thick I was doing the architects! Didn't actually think the ABC was a clue .....

I won't hog it, I think F is already posted in this thread. It's by lloyd Wright R is by Charles-Édouard Jeanneret-Gris B is for Bauhaus, lovely lovely

I was working in a bar and The Jam and entourage were in. Mr Weller asked a few people what they wanted to drink, one guy asked for an Irish whiskey. Weller, quick as a flash informed the bloke he wasn't stupid and he knew there was no such thing. He was assured by the others that there was. He said he'd ask me for one, but there'd be trouble if it was a fool's errand. He walked up to the bar, I asked him what he wanted, and he said..... 'can I have an Irish Scotch please mate?' The place errupted in laughter. He stormed off and didn't come back for half an hour.