I’m watching a “documentary” on the Loch Ness Monster.
Gibberish but great fun to watch.
I love the idea of big cats on the loose in the British countryside. And enjoy the various shonky photos and locals being interviewed on the pub on documentaries.
I think Attenborough even believes in...
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Teetering back to your seat and balancing that on your lap. Then we score, everyone around you goes apeshit, and your chips and Chinese nuggets go skyward.
Cup of tea. Chicken pie. Wolfed down at half time while queuing for a piss. Happy days.
I think the Labour Party are so much better than their performance so far.
But they’ve really f***ed up.
Starmer just won’t stick up for himself. He’s allowed the press to run and run with this silly non story about his free clothes and staying at a mate’s house and seems incapable of...
Moi?
Ha! I’m only ribbing .
Myself and my mates often have a spoons breakfast before a good walk.
I don’t drink in them usually, though a few are nice but that’s just personal taste. I like a dimly lit, wood beamed bar with half dead pig in the corner and suspicious locals.
As for its...
In times of austerity, uncertainty and political upheaval the poor and the bewildered will always turn to the P’s & Q’s.
And that’s where ‘spoons steps in.
It’s essentially a soup kitchen with a bar.
Some opinions may differ to yours.
I watched the documentary.
There is a thread about the documentary.
I have an opinion about the documentary.
I wrote that opinion on the thread about the documentary.
Sorry to have offended you.
I’m not sure if you’re dumb as a bag of cabbage, a troll, or a performance artist.
Either way, you’re quite entertaining.
Will you be gigging anywhere near Lancing anytime soon?
Another vote for the pre-paid certificate.
Another money saver they don’t tell you about.
I was paying £50 a month until I happened across a paragraph in a newspaper article last year which mentioned it.
Saved me a fortune.
I’m content with fat piece of shit.
Being fat is nobody’s fault but his own. He’s not got some ailment. It’s the 4 hour, boozy, 1k lunches he loves.
Running round the back of the car for the cameras and the odd game of wiff waff won’t shed those lb’s.
He’s a fat, greedy, lying, ****.
Happy...