I’ve been totally wrapped up in PHP and crap like that for a week, in an attempt to add a gallery-style area to Lifelong Disappointment. This means I haven’t got any fun words, and I’m terrified of syntax errors.
I’ll be back when my mind is in a chirpy prosish place.
And I’ll be running my parents’ pub in Nottingham next week, if anyone wants to come in and bludgeon me to death in the wee hours. (That’s when I wee).
Shirley it would be more in the Dottigham idiom if someone were to shoot you.
You own a pub in Nottingham and we met in fucking OXFORD?
OXFORD is double cock, mate, it’s DOUBLE COCK.
Special brew?
Can I come and see you on Saturday? I could bring Saffronica from the Belmsford forum, and you could make me uncomfortable by being outragoeusly homosexual, like a terrible northern Charles Hawtrey.