Oh OK, I’m the guy on the right…;)

now i dare you to walk down paisley high st in that…
Also my boys went ape seeing you with Raven,their big fans….

Harold Shipman

Fred West

Myra Hindley

:confused:

Still someones father mother or relative.

I remember Jackson being on trial for child abuse. I won’t be mourning him.

And proved by a court of law to be an innocent man.

no matter what you thought of Michael Jackson from press reported incidents in his private life ,you cannot deny the talent of the man.
RIP

Grasshopper should have been wise enough to know …you can’t commit suicide by hanging yourself by your todger!!!

Dam ,there goes another keyboard………………..

Brilliant hindenburg,and I’m still cleaning a dam fine Irish of the monitor….
As a 21st birthday treat was taken to a cricket match by my friends,on the bus there they gave me a signed team shirt choking back emotion i proudly donned the India shirt.Getting of the bus i said the only shirts i could see were the windies ones,they said don’t worry our lot would be inside.
While queing at the bar i took the looks as friendly opposition,it wasn’t until we emerged in to a sea of pakistan shirts did i suddenly get the gag.It was very quiet were we sat ,except for the giggling from my so called MATES.

You know how sometimes doing a mundane job,you can just drift off in that sort of daze.
During a rather hot summers day id been spray painting these fence panels and posts for quite a few hours ,when i noted a few panels back an untreated area. i tutted and resprayed the affected spot.It was only later while enjoying a well earned brew that i spotted a Persian cat with one side Forrest green.

A few years ago i was a volunteer in a place,well ,lets say had its fair share of characters.It was my turn to cook lunch,when i heard this commotion coming from the sitting room.On my arrival i was greeted by an aged gent running around the place dressed only in his shirt and new Christmas slippers,much to the enjoyment of the other residents and consternation of two who were having their viewing of bargain hunt disturbed.When he caught site of me his eyes lit up, that tell tail mischievous grin shot across his face ,and he was off.
Now, Ive never been a runner and I’m ashamed to say this octogenarian had the edge on me.when i heard the door chime go,oh no i thought.We both had the same idea i lept the coffee table but just missed him as he shot out in to the evening air.It was only when i passed the on coming glaring headlights of a visitors car and the saucer like eyes of its passengers, i realised i was still carrying a rather large kitchen knife.

Another JACKism
When jumping over enemy territory and they were shooting at us,i found it best not to open my eyes until near the landing.

And my own particular favorite..

When all hell would break loose,unlike some ,i always thought it a good time to duck…lol