I get your goat up? YEAH, well you got my..........no, you're right. I'll leave it. :angel:
Apologies, Crabbers and Edna. The floor is yours. Don't let us down. ;)
After you a 63year-old, 57-stone spinster from Warrington would be a f***ing GOD SEND, love. :salute:
(Maybe I ought to give the Clock Tower a miss today. Don't really fancy ending up under a number 49 bus)
So's I didn't spill my lager. Isn't he lovely boy though?
Shut it MAX you SLICER. That was taken at about 1am in Pease Pottage (what a stupid name) and Fosters was all we had left in the cool box. :jester: