Right, I'll tell you an anecdote. In 1974 I was catching the London train from Crewe station...

> Right, I'll tell you an anecdote. In 1974 I was catching the London train from Crewe station. It was very crowded; I found myself in a last-minute rush for the one remaining seat beside a tall, good-looking man with collar-length hair, it was the seventies; buckaroo! I looked up and saw it was none other than Peter Purves, it was the height of his Blue Peter career. He said, "You jammy bastard" and quick as a flash, I replied, "Don't be blue, Peter!" Needless to say, I had the last laugh, now fuck off!

jack anak ah noory

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Lynn I've pierced my foot on a SPIIIIKE.

just finished listening to both his audiobooks

10/10 lads. 13 hours of pure Partridge gold. Definitely recommend.

Those are sex people Lynn!

jurassic park!

ladyboys

Pull your foot off!
No you pull YOUR foot off!
Its not my food on the spike!

I have popped out again but I can assure you it's not related to our proximity

10 INCH PLATE

Geordie here, even though Michael's character is a complete stereotype of the people up here I can't stop laughing at everything he says or does.

>His useless distraction in the movie
>STOP GETTING BOND WRONG!
>Lynne, can you make pornography appear on my tele?
>Guess where my brother lives?

I think the whole segment with Alan meeting his stalker fan has to be some of the best written British television ever.

>Geordie here
Mate I absolutely stopped reading right there, alright?

I'M WEARIN TOMMY HILFINGER

IT'S HOTTER THAN THE SUN

BASH YOUR ARSE

That guy BTFO

YOU'RE JUST QUOTING BITS FROM CASUALTY NOW YOU OLD MESS

The security in this place is terrible - I booked the room under the name of the Real IRA.

>Lynn, message from Alan. Something to pitch to Tony Hayers at BBC lunch, Friday. Idea for film extravaganza. Plot, thus: Malcolm McDowell is trapped in the future. He's being pursued by a cyberpunk from the past, played by Rutger Hauer. Erm, terrible idea. No one will watch that. I've not thought it through, Lynn. I'll call you back.

>'Sunday Bloody Sunday'. What a great song. It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think "Sunday, bloody Sunday!".

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KILL KILL
STAB
TWIST
KILL

AND MOVE AND FIRE AND MOVE AND FIRE

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Would you like me to lap dance for you?

Also geordie, just had a cup of beans with a sausage in.

DON'T RUB YOUR FANNY ON ME

DAN