Come on. Have you never wanted to be crammed into a room full of blokes with beards and girls with excessive armpit hair?
Already been there ,one night in belper my brother conned me into going to a folk club at a pub ,he said he was going to play his blues harp . There was no aduience just participants , I've never forgiven him for that
When I was asked to do something,all I could think of was a spike millagan poem .That went down like a bag of wet cement
Bloody hell its only a matter of time before you grow a beard, start drinking pints of ‘Old Knob Gobbler’ whilst talking earnestly to your better half about Dandelions as she knits her armpit hair into an arran sweater. If this is actually a normal evening in the Snotty household, please accept my heartfelt condolences.
I was on the way to Peterhead in Scotland to stay with my college mate Si, who was building the power station. Spent a week at his place freezing my nuts off, then came home again. Duffle coats are still "In", BTW. Changing the subject slightly...just realised where the Old Fire Station is in Bournemouth. Just round the corner from my mum's flat, down a bit from that pub that used to be The Gander on the Green. Now I know.
Teacher says to the class “I want you all to think of a sentence using the word great” All the kids stick up their hand and the teacher picks little Billy who says “ I have a duffle coat and I think it’s great” The teacher says very good Billy “Now class I want you to think of a sentence using the word fascinate” No one in the class sticks their hands up except Billy so the teacher says ok Billy tell the class, Billy says “I have a duffle coat and I think it’s great, it has 11 buttons but I can only fascinate
