There are far too many long-suppressed memories coming out here... ...my mum is a nice lady who makes a cracking shepherds pie. I refuse to sully her name with any further lewd comments. (She was also a dead-eye shot with a wooden spoon and I had many a 'you-won't-sit-down-for-a-week' moments to pro...

Well thank you soooo much. Fell asleep on the train and woke up screaming after a disturbingly graphic dream about me, my mother and a large tub of mayonaise...

I'm getting too old for such shocks.

Sorry about that. I was having one of those days. All better now...

Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!!!!!!
...I feel better now...

I think there's a definite call for a gathering round our place - involving pringles, dip and lots of drinkies - to mark the momentous occasion. Then we can have half an hour of bitching over why it was rubbish, 10 minutes of mumbling that yeah of course we'll watch next weeks, and then you can all ...

...and the conversation landed in the gutter with a wet plop...

Hmm...yeah...I like that one...

AND YOU CAN SHUT UP TOO!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGG
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I'm gonna tell my mum on you and then you'll be sorry.
She taught me everything I know about nipples and pain and how the two are linked

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

And Mr Simpkins...SINCE WHEN HAS THE WORD GOD GOT AN H IN IT...?!
I refuse to accept mocking from one with such a poor grasp of three-letter words!!!

BAD SPELLERS OF THE WORLD UNTIE!

And as for Havoc, I hope your nipples fall off in public with everyone looking...

I shall now return to sulking