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Originally Posted by mobertol
Hope it's decent stuff -to take away the bitter taste... 
“They put gall in my food and gave me vinegar for my thirst”.   |
'Go on Ed, I will have another little black pudding.'
'You're spoiling me, thanks.'
'Olives?'
'Oh right, what am I like?'
'No, it's all great up there.'
'Bit damp, but that's the north for you.'
'Not like here, it's really toasty.'
'I haven't worn my vest once in London, not once.'
'Europe? No.'
'Most people in Hyndburn haven't a clue where it is.'
'Probably think it's a new pound shop.'
'They certainly don't have any worries about it, that's for sure.'
'No, everytime I'm forced to go back all I ever hear from the old constituents is them moaning on about Google's unfair world domination of the search engine market place, and all about their sleepless nights worrying about copper theft.'
'That's all really.'
'Yes, I'd love a top up, ta ever so.'
'You really are spoiling me, you little tinker.'
'You'll have me squiffy, on my back, legs akimbo!'
'Oh there is a fat-arsed, disabled nut job, always moaning on and on, that he's nowhere to sit, when out shopping with his mummy.'
'We just pass him on to the old council, saying there's not a great deal I can do about that.'
