R I P mate.
R I P mate.
I don't know why I've come here Knowing as I do What you really think of me What I really think of you.
For the millions in the prison That wealth has set apart For the Christ who has not risen From the caverns of the heart
Are you serious, has Frank died?
Really, is this true ?
I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
Leads me by the hand to infinity
Lies in wait at the heart of me - the Albion of course !
Edit: Apologies for being sceptical.
Last edited by Barrel of Fun; 22-03-2012 at 11:08.
You are the result of 4 billion years of evolutionary success. Act like it.
Poor old Frank
I've just looked him up on Facebook, via the email address he registered with on NSC, and it does appear that Frank/bhaexpress passed away recently.
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One less of us.
I will not make any deals with you. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own,
If that's true then very sad news. RIP Frank.
Hughton's army is on it's way!
Hughton's army is here to stay!
And I would rather be anywhere else but in its way!
(Thank you Elvis... Costello, not Manu).
Death of Frank A, aged 57, is mentioned in the obituaries of Mid Sussex Times today. I fear this is true.
I am the first Ploppy to rise to be jailor. My father, Daddy Ploppy was known as Ploppy the slopper. It was from him that I inherited my fascinating skin diseases.