This is interesting.
A poster who loves the PM, dishes out rubbish all over the shop, but can't handle ripostes, thinks using every day English is 'sanctimonious', and who runs off after wetting the bed to mod.
I get it now. You're a child. I apologise.
Really?
You really want me to get Covid 19 because I had the temerity to take the piss out of your sycophancy?
I hope I get to meet you after this lockdown to see what a real man baby looks like.
Or maybe we could help each other, and those in need? And put those in touch with people who require help, or can provide it?
Therefore a place not for the hoarding idiots who are massively exacerbating an already seriously problem.
Exactly. It's reactionary, over the top, rubbish full of inaccuracies and guff.
The Argus shouldn't have given it the light of day, and we shouldn't be wasting our time discussing it.
I'm going out in Brighton tonight and can't wait.
**** the haters.
It's my hometown and I'll defend it...
Couple of things:
I didn't hear a hiss sound in the clip. Nitrous oxide comes in cannisters that have to be administered to the balloon. No evidence.
The balloons could have been helium - but didn't hear anyone speak.
Here's a useful link for all the bedwetters: www.plasticsheets.com
When we came back to 3-3, after being 3-0 down, at 'home' to Colchester on Boxing Day. I'd broken my collar bone drunkenly falling off a lorry a week before.
I forgot about my injury and raised my affected limb when Emblen scored, to be reminded very quickly about the looseness in my shoulder...
Me too. I've never felt euphoria like that before or since. It was almost an out-of-body experience. Getting tingles just thinking about it. If I celebrated a goal like that now - even a tenth of the excitement - I'd have a heart attack!
They certainly are.
It's my friends' shop, Be Fries.
https://befries.com/
It's a family-run business. Chips are top top drawer, as are their sauces.
Well worth a visit.
No. We moved in to look after my dying nan.
We sold our smallholding in Wales to fund the alterations required for the house.
The selling off of council houses is one of the worst policies this country has introduced. Unless you benefitted from it, of course.
Which is what seems to matter...
I grew up in council house with two Conservative Party-supporting parents.
From a very early age I knew that they didn't represent me, or my beliefs, in any single way.
People taking the piss on benefits - as proven many times - is a tiny fraction of the unpaid tax revenue we lose from big...