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Doesn't bode well for a witness Lizzie..

Dunking Jacobs Cream Crackers!! ye Gods and little fishes my gast has never been so flabbered

A forty mile trip is a bit much, can't they forward them to your GP?

You need to come home MD, the North has turned your brain!

Ah the cry of the dreaded slow dunker.... Digestive mmm well down the list after Arrowroots, Shortbread and the king of them all Rich Tea...

Ginger biscuits... GARRR get thee behind me Satans spawn and bow before the one true dunking biscuit - Rich Tea

There were quite a few of them in London Docks in the 70's, known as the 'Asian toilets' Some sailors from forrin parts had no idea how to use a western style and refused to use them

trogg try an old Sony Walkman and audio books. You can move about as you like, be entertained and not wake the missus...

Chips wiv everyfin Guv'nor, even the cups n saucers..

Heh - I'll make the seating arrangements Lizzie so you sit next to some innocent who doesn't know of your predilections...

Sloooowly

I read up about it...……….. I'll shurrup now...

Knowing the bragging, boasting and outright storytelling spotty youths did in my school days I'd say multiple partners would not have remained a secret for very long.

Sounds like a crude system in an age where inductive coils are both cheap and easy to install. Even more so when you think of GPS systems.

The BBC today reported a man battered to death and his corpse neatly arranged on the bonnet of a car at his house. He was said to have been holding a large Babycham Martini containing several cherries. When police arrived at the scene and asked the gathered onlookers who did it a chorus of male voices cried 'we did'

At school we used to sing a song: 'Whilst the train is in the station please refrain from urination...………………………………….' there's more.

Just once, told a lie and got caught. Caned by the head and walloped by me dad... not a good idea considering….

Gotta say I'm with BK and cake is long gone before you can even get close to the cutlery drawer....

Not yo anall! sheesh it's getting so you don't know who you can rely on these days..

Good grief Margie. I hate unpeeled spuds in restaurants and studiously skin them before eating them. I always assumed they did it due to being cheapskates and then tried to con us the skins are good for you. One of life's greatest pleasures are home made chips, true there are some good chippies about nothing really compares to home made.

Gerr aht onit, yer only sayin that 'cos it's true...

Eeee the things tha learns onere

Must be something to do with your posh upbringing Margie is all I can think of.... Bet you crook your little finger an all don't yer..

WHAAAT! Heresy...……………… Burn her...…………………. Shortbread undunkable? au contraire young SG au contraire..

We had a domestic rumbler once. It stood on the draining board and you connected a hose to the tap, bung the spuds and turn the tap on full. Quite why I thought you could walk away while it did its thing I don't know...