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Howdy peeps.

I used to have a profile full of stuff, but msn hosting is shit and they deleted everything :~(

I used to play world of Warcraft far too much which kinda got in the way of everything, but I gave it up! I try to come and visit this fair place every now and then, but tend to mostly lurk

Weston-super-Mud is such a great place......

Dedicated to the memory of Jessie

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I bid thee all goodnight
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he's a veteran of many a battle
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it won't go right
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so I can't be arsed to do anything else to it

and then it goes and FP's, how typical is that?
(Sun 16th Jan 2005, 23:20, More)

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the dawn chorus suddenly got dangerous
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the next step in evolution?

(Sun 28th Nov 2004, 14:23, More)

amusingly, it's a tird

Thanks for the FP :)
(Mon 4th Oct 2004, 12:25, More)

to celebrate a year without smoking

EDIT: my first FP. thanks :)
(Sun 4th Jul 2004, 20:00, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Babysitters

When I was really tiny, I was babysat by Phil Lynott for half an hour or so
He was married to the daughter of Leslie Crowther, who's mother was a friend and neighbour of my grandparents.
Apparently the whole family were visiting and I got left in his care for 30 mins or so when the rest went out into the garden.

Sadly i was too young to realise the awesomeness of the guy, and my grandparents are no longer with us to give me more details :~(
(Sun 31st Oct 2010, 19:22, More)

» Rubbish Towns

I live in the "lovely" town of Weston-super-Mare
A seaside resort for the denzens of the council estates of birmingham.

It also had at last count, 14% of the drink/drug rehab beds in the entire country... more than manchester, liverpool and london put together!

A large proportion of these lovely individuals, mostly ones that fail to be rehabilitated, stay here after their program.. enticed by the plentiful supply of drugs supplied by the dealers that congregate here following the junkies.

If you get the opportunity to visit, I can only recommend you turn it down.
(Thu 29th Oct 2009, 11:58, More)

» World's Sickest Joke

doctor walks int George Bests room,
he says "i've got some good news and some bad news, the bad news is that you only have an hour to live,...the good news is that it's happy hour"
(Tue 13th Dec 2005, 19:45, More)

» Claims to Fame

I met John Noakes and Shep when he was judging a carnival
I was on the winning float, and got the pleasure of being licked by shep

a top experience for a seven year old

I was part of a gang which threw eggs at Bros when they were at the Radio 1 roadshow, prompting Phillip Schofield to call us all "a pack of wankers"

and I took part in a failed attempt to make the worlds biggest sandcastle
Norris McWhirter even showed up
(Thu 24th Feb 2005, 17:52, More)

» More Pet Stories

Many moons ago, I had three of the most cheeky cats that have ever existed
They used to sit in the branches of my neighbour's tree with their tails hanging down just in range of his two Airedale terriers only to lift them in a synchronised wave whenever the dogs tried to jump up at them.
The leader of the three, a grey ex-feral cat called Chloe that we adopted at a very early age also used to sit on the front wall and swipe at the nose of any dog who dared try to sniff her - She was fearless in the face of barking as well, but fast and accurate enough to avoid being bitten. She also used to bring in a steady stream of small animals - Mice, birds, and even slow worms.
The second one was a white/tortie called Jester that we had rescued from being left abandoned in a plastic bag as a kitten. She used to lie under the bird table amongst the spillage utterly still except for the end of her tail twitching in ambush for any bird brave/stupid/desperate enough to try to get the seeds on the floor - The bell on her collar saved most but not all.
The third, a longhaired tabby fluffball called Dudlie because as a kitten, her extremely flat face made her look like a dud model :p. She was supremely dopey, and helped keep her face flat by constantly trying to walk through the patio door when it was shut.

They are all long gone now, replaced by my current cat, who is 17, and an intact tom called Tasslehof Burrfoot III (I couldn't bear the thought of getting him done). He was the don of the local tomcat society until last year when he retired after being ousted by a cat who was probably one of his offspring anyway :~)
(Thu 31st Jan 2013, 22:34, More)
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