pasty
A different kind of pasty
You used to have it on the back of your shirt...which was a bit of a giveaway if I'm honest.
Haha - that soon stopped when weirdo's kept coming up and introducing themselves to me
You used to have it on the back of your shirt...which was a bit of a giveaway if I'm honest.
I like to call it morbidly obese.
Can you fit in a onesie?? I'm a bit tubby and I don't think it's a good look.....
No one on here I'm afraid
I know you....
The clique.
There, I've said it.
you're in the black van outside my house aren't you?!
Shit, busted!!! You caught me mid tug as well!
I think you may be violating the restraining order
No I was more than 30 feet away from you!!
Phew! You've saved me a lot on those pesky lawyers!
KLS is one of the greats. He was in the clique when it really was a clique. The fact that the rest of NSC stays well away from Hawaii says more about us than him.How can I be in your clique, mon vieux, having posted nothing between 2003 and a week ago? Its a miracle. Sufficient to resuscitate anyone's ticker.
Mind you I did spend 5 hours in a pub in Victoria with 'Bozza' 12 years ago. It was . . . emotional.
What I'd like to know is how come Dick Knight's Mum is still alive? She must be gone 90.
I had that Hart's Shirt in the back of my taxi the other decade.
As for Jim In The West, well . . . what a giveaway.
And I see that MOH is now supping Sussex Ale with Uncle Sam . . .
Apologies to anyone I've missed
You mean the avatars AREN'T your real faces? That's a massive disappointment.
Mine is.
And mine.So is mine.
How can I be in your clique, mon vieux, having posted nothing between 2003 and a week ago? Its a miracle. Sufficient to resuscitate anyone's ticker.
KLS is one of the greats. He was in the clique when it really was a clique. The fact that the rest of NSC stays well away from Hawaii says more about us than him.
As for 5 hours in a pub with the man ... I do recall a pre-match bevvy with him, before a game at Withdean. The shock of the English weather resulted in a severe bout of pneumonia which sent him scuttling back to the Pacific sunshine to spend the rest of his days in a hammock.