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In an earlier post I think....

Thankfully not. But thankfully in loco lavatorensis.

Oh, and (too much information alert. You may click 'back' now if you know what's good for you)...... shortly after, I had one of the most comprehensive shits of my defecatory career. It was truly emotional.

I fell asleep in my calzone. But it really was a very long long time ago. :rolleyes::lolol:

:facepalm::laugh::smokin:

Sometimes I feel like I live on the moon.

I daren't. Slippery slope....at my age, and my location, I'd never go 'live' again. I'd turn into a silly pink fairy.

I can't understand people who can't understand my leaving early, I really can't.

Tip toe, through the North Stand, wiv yer boots on, get yer ed kicked in. Times move on, though. 'Your codpiece is not required From a quizling you were sired'

With this I disagree. This chant has almost become tongue in cheek since it is a given that we exactly will be guilty of a massive clanger of equivalent proportions any moment.

Massive gear-grinding cringe. Heaven preserve me from Spotty Yoof.

You're conflating a bit there. I have left early (or attempted to leave early) on numerous occasions. There is more chance, however, of my having a threesome with Angelina Jolie and Fanny Ardant than there is of my switching my affections to Another Lady (I mean Club).