ChildeHarold

I knew a family who won 2 million on the lottery and the first thing they did was buy a house somewhere near Dover and decamped from London to there. It felt very odd and strange.

I won't sleep tonight.

One of the most appalling acts of artistic licence I have ever goggled at. My eyelids are nearly as red as that fucking leotard.

You need a real life plane crash of your very own in 2021 to expunge the fictitious Corrie one.

I heard Bill Roach on radio - he's got something or other out for Christmas - but it's all about past glory. It's shit now. As usual the advertisers have demanded 1/ FEMININE INTEREST STORIES 2/ YOUTH INTEREST to keep the telly advertising money rolling in.

I think you mean "biblical". Are you an anti-Semite?

It's definitely gone down the pan with the dying off of the old guard of believable sympathetic characters and the writing is just mundane. East Enders isn't an alternative because it was shit to start with and full of shouting. Also Londoners were portrayed by writers and the BBC who had no idea of London or Londoners. Very artificial from start. Whereas up until about five years ago Corrie retained a certain authenticity. The one I enjoy is Emmerdale becayse A. There's a lot of it like a regular injection B. It has no pretensions. It's a dream world with characters who driftbin and out with no reason, depth or destiny. It's my daily switch off sedative. I don't know what any of the story lines are, I don't understand any of it and I don't want to know. That's after three months of watching every day.

I agree.

Let me see, Your average Attainment Grade is D and your Effort Grade is A+ which indicates aspiration without talent. Your best subject is needlework with a bias towards Peruvian rug making using organised callt soyrced local materials. To date you have secured several large orders from Heals in Tottenham Court Road and Harrods. You are not a member of any after school clubs and refused point blank to enrol for the Juditsu classes we laid on esoecially for the fat softies to help them defend themselves against the beasts of the playground and (especially at night) the dorm.

It's all about the alimony baby.

Yeah - the sick bucket vote must have finally swung it because they, like most couples in any business or place of work, are so WELL IN.

You fucking scum bag going for one of the most depraved occupations in modern Britain.

So that's a No. Then another post explaining. Sounds as if you're not sure! Craig David had that problem when they asked him to do The Gadget Show. (Who chaired it before?)

I leave that sort of bit part to the more experienced like you Billy who studied with Ian McKellen and Pafrick Stewart in the X Rated Men of Dover.

So you're the teacher fucking the sixth form girls for their naughty behaviour in class. Wow, you're something else.

The Guidw to Rich People which they presented was just about the shittiest tv series I've ever witbessed. Alan Whicker did that whole thing to a T almost an art form. But this pair of Salcombe long weekenders created an underground silo beneath what was already a basement of a tv concept.

Where is Philip Jeffries and who is Judy?

I've had one No and one Yes so far.

Would you like to come into my bubble?

The virus has a brain! Now find the cabinet's! Voila!

This virus seems to have a brain. It's therefore one step ahead of the cabinet. All the graphics I've had paraded in front of my eyes seem to show the highly predictable explosion in cases since early October precisely allowing for incubation caysed by kids entering basically the mixing and chemical experimentation places called schools. If you wanted this situation then you caysed it by insisting state children return to schools where overcrowding is considered the norm since class sizes have steadily increased or remained excessively high since the late 1990s. We are talking 30 to even 35+ children per class. All seated with no social distancing. Inadequate cleansing following the privatisations of all services to schookls and indeed schools themselves just compound the problem. Teachers themselves can only do so much. The whole thing has been a child minding social control exercise that has backfired to the extent of bringing the NHS to its knees.

When do you check in to the nearest psycho clinic?

It's all gone Pete Tong. No pantomine this year... really?

This is the total barrel of verbal we have come to expect from our Lords and betters, but your passion betrays a certain amount of displaced sexual desire, call it pent up frustrated lust, for the dame. Are you Avid Merriman?

Let me guess. Iz it Lewis we All Love yur chatting about boy?