Nha. Too dull. Mars are ok, especially fried in batter.
So did Harold. And he was king.
Good on yer. He’s still around you know – lives in London (the posh bit). His brother served on the same wing – the only 2 German fighter pilots flying with the RAF I think. His brother lives in New Zealand.
At leats there won’t be curly hairs on the soap then.
I can’t afford Taxi’s.
That wasn’t a hellaid or Hellier. They can’t read unless its in text-speak.
We still have a wimpy in Lowestoft.
Where are F14 Hotdog and F15 Southern Fried Chicken today?
Party 7? Oooh, I remember Party 4.
I had an Orval today. A Belgian Trappist brew I have not tried before. Lovely. 6.something %, and went back to work afterwards. And rested…..
Oh my! I have regularly caught crabs on that pier.