Respec. Innit.
Proof that this blog blossoms purely upon the unhinged content of its troubled/gifted (delete as appropriate) readership was proved in the last competition. I asked you – forgive me – naively suggest you email me your solutions as to the pixelated players and I get not one correct email but every possible comedy trio of random names imaginable.
‘Des O’Conner, Michael Barrymore & Liam Brady’ Aitch. Don’t worry about the tee shirt, just send a shoulder of Tesco Scotch.’
So here is today’s opportunity of a lifetime to win a tee that is actually outselling the Sepp Blagger one. The prize (not that many of you bar stewards care :-p ) is HERE.
What was Bondy saying? What was Scotty saying back? What where the others thinking? Oooh the pissabolities.
Now you say sorry to Ade for the Elephant comments or you can go back to the canging rooms, right now!
That is of course, “changing” rooms.
Put your left arm in,put your left arm out,in out,in out shake it all about,you do the hooky dooky……….
‘I will not tolerate you slapping people in the face, especially people that look as handsome as Andros!’
Whats the fuckinell is a pink roller doing in my parking place Parker. Its my bosses lady Penelope Mr Bond. Go and shift it you cheeky fucker.