My brother got so drunk at my house on Saturday
that when he got back to Leighton Buzzard he got into bed with his missus' mate. Not in *that* way, he just dove in and started happily snoring away, apparently. She told him to go home and he did - woke up in his own home none the wiser until he was told of his antics later on.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 9:38, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

He went to Leighton Buzzard on purpose?
Oh dear, he must have been drunk.
( Kroney, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 9:45, Reply)

It's not so bad, as far as commuter belt satellite market towns with nothing to do in them, go.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 9:46, Reply)

I've never been, to be honest.
It's not like blind, ignorant snobbery is a trait of those brought up in Surrey, or anything.

Quality name, though.
( Kroney, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 9:47, Reply)

Kajagoogoo were from there. That is all you need to know.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 9:57, Reply)