Only slightly.It was either Barry or an ultrasound thing, and who can resist the walrus of love when he calls from beyond the grave?
Not me.
Do I get my P45, you pheasant?
No. That's wrong. Forget I ever typed that.
(Not me.
Do I get my P45, you pheasant?
No. That's wrong. Forget I ever typed that.
sp3ccylad carries on breathing all the way up to, say,
Sat 23 Aug 2003, 14:15,
archived)