Rudolph Hucker

Wow, mindreading as well now - is there no beginning to this boy's talents.......

No, but you can blog a lot of shyte.......

"Don't go there", or the more insistent "Don't even go there". f**k off, I'll go where I want to go and I'll talk about whatever I want to talk about when I get there.

I bet it's vas though

Wow. Who shat in YOUR mince?

"My bad". Yeah, your bad usage of the English language. M8.

I wonder if he got the sac.......

and apparently -29 is now recognised as sub-prime.

oh you're such a card

^^^^^ tone deaf since birth.

It's not generally known that the people who bang drums incessantly at certain football grounds are actually employed by the home clubs to do it, in order to distract fans from the fact that what's being served up on the pitch is generally pretty dire stuff. For performing this important service they are generally among the highest-paid back room staff at the clubs. "Drummer's Elbow" is an occupational hazard, and clubs are allowed up to three emergency loans per season to cover this hazard. Injury to the drummer by pissed-off home or away fans, however, does not qualify for an emergency loan.

Rubbing the inside of a banana skin over your car windscreen and headlights can improve your fuel consumption by up to 2.3 miles per gallon due to reduced friction caused by the added slipperiness. Unfortunately this is unlikely to be of much benefit as the reduced visibility caused by the smeared mess means you are likely to collide with the first lamppost that you come across.

Serves you right for bothering your erse with anything remotely Facebookey. This here little nest of vipers should carry more than enough crap to fill anyone's empty time.

I really, really hope that's not a euphemism for a hard-on.......

Pat Keysell was the "Vision On" presenter - the one that wasn't Tony Hart. She wasn't in the same league as Stranks and Hanley, IMO. And the bestest Blue Peter crumpet was the lovely Janet Ellis, mum of the hamster-cheeked Sophie Ellis Bextor. Douglas Rae? Nae idea, except to say I'm pretty sure it ain't the chairman of the team I support - even in his prime he'd've been a worse TV presenter than Adrian Chiles. I remember Fyffe Robertson though - dunno why, but years later when "Hector's House" was on Hector always reminded me of dear old Fyffe. Maybe Hector's big lugs reminded me of Fyffe's deerstalker hat or something. Anyway - Pinky & Perky, Torchy the Battery Boy, Supercar and Fireball XL5. Ohhh, that Venus.......

Prince Philip's recent bout of ill health was as a result of receiving a kick in the plums after he innocently phoned Babestation thinking the wife was out at the bingo one night.

He's probably pissed off at you sitting fiddling with your phone during the meeting.

Dunno, hope they both ended up fcuked though.

I remember them. Horrible clothes, horrible smug ads. Nearly as bad as Benetton.

.......while the local paedos paid their way into the creche's viewing gallery?

"Whether it is nobbier in the mind......."

Grim O'Grady is a direct descendant of William Shakespeare.

There's a set of (Scottish) twin girls stoating about somewhere in Inverclyde who rejoice (well, maybe) in the names Tokyo and Beijng. Heard their short, fat, ugly granny yelling at them in the town centre once. Or maybe it was their short, fat, ugly maw. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have dogs, never mind kids.

Wot, the original poster now heads out to Switzerland for a shag and a Toblerone?