That went over a lot of heads
I see what you did there
It’s the only joke I ever wrote about bodybuilders, did well on sickipedia about 5 years ago. So I wasn’t about to miss the open goal Gavstar presented me with, was I.
Fair play…I would have done the same.
RIP John Edrich. The 1st of my heroes I ever met when I bowled to him in a Net at Bentalls in Richmond under the supervision of Derek Underwood.
John inspired my Village Cricket career by suggesting I stuck to Batting.
Of no interest to anyone else but my ex hung on until early this morning, thereby ruining Christmas for my daughters
But it’s important to share.
I’m sorry for your daughters, am sure you’re ambivalent but what a shit show of a day for you all
Much too young.
Great drummer. I loved the razor-sharp percussion on the first Specials album, it suited the ska sound perfectly.
Lady Slowlane is distraught…her tailor has popped his very stylish clogs.
RIP Pierre Cardigan…whoops I mean Pierre Cardin.
His were the only clothes available at Heathrow airport when the company said dont go back to Southampton buy some extra clothes at Heathrow on the company card.
Just read that Leslie West, the guitarist with Mountain died last week aged 75. Mountain were a great rock band and West was probably the last great guitar player from the Woodstock generation, regarded by many of his peers as the godfather of Heavy Metal. RIP.
More importantly guided them to an FA cup defeat in 1976 against Southampton
Many moons ago our boys football team were given a treat - being taken to Selhurst Park to see Crystal Palace v Rotherham. Tommy Docherty was their manager. We were taken to the Palace dressing room to meet the team and as we were going in I saw him standing alone in the corridor. I walked up to him with my autograph book and asked him very politely for his autograph. He replied gruffly, “not now son, I’m busy.”
Miserable cunt.
Let’s be charitable. Maybe he wasn’t a miserable cunt, perhaps he was simply illiterate.
Then again, perhaps he was both.
A simple cross would have sufficed. I’m going for miserable cunt.
A child’s dreams shredded to tatters- this is why you are who you are
Wounded me more deeply than he did Laurie Brown.