camberwell gypsy

I've heard it's a cunt of a place

What do you mean "spelling"? What have I spelt wrong? And it was just outside Agios Nykolaos.

You should have written to 'Jim'll Fix it'. I'm sure he would have arranged for your bishop to get a good bashing after school.

Did you use any for glueing washing up bottles to card or whatever bollocks they made? http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2342362/Im-lucky-alive-spate-mini-strokes-says-Magpie-star-Jenny-Hanley-urges-ignore-warninsigns.htmlg- Does she still do it for you Neil.

Noakes was a badass. This maniac climbed Nelson's Column without any harness and bombed around at top speed on a speedway bike and didn't let the silly thing of 'elf and safety get in the way. I think they should fire his coffin out of a big gun off of Scarborough. I'm sure it's what he would have wanted. Blue Peter is a cunt.

Last 3 days were supposed to be rainstorms here in Zykanthos but not a fucking cloud to be seen. That was the BBC website. Opaaaa!

That's not nice Baws! Ok, Those were the days was a shit song, but setting her on fire is a bit fucking strong.

Popped into a pretty little church in a little village in Zykanthos yesterday. They have beautiful icons on their walls, most stunning. Anyway, managed to prize a couple off with a butter knife. I'd have had the lot but the knife snapped. Still they're gonna look nice on my kitchen wall.

They're handy for that wonky table as well.

If you're Anglican you can take the sacraments I believe.

Bollocks; I had a bet that this nom would get to 4 posts in before someone mentions the Williams and men/cocks.

That's a donkey. Not sure of the animal she's on though

Lol

If I keep drinking wine I'll be faced down in the bed of High Chaparrals that surround this villa. But your solution is a good one. Anyway, its half One here so I'm orf to bed. Ooopah! as the bubbles say.

James Bond III was a little black guy with big glasses who appeared in a programme called The Red Hand Gang. Fuck me is he dead?

I'm currently here, ensconced in a friend's villa on the Greek Island of Zakynthos. I'm sitting on the balcony sipping an excellent local red enjoying a novel purchased at the airport when down across the valley from one of several 4 star hotels I hear the drunken cackle of some fucking low bred witch, obviously zapped up on the cheap fucking gin that is served in these chav hotels. She's been at it for a few hours now and doesn't seem to be winding down. This is a beautiful island with lovely sandy beaches, one of which I galloped along on a beautiful chestnut horse earlier today. It seems there's no escaping these fucking drunken burger faced harridans.

Does 'spilling his Weetabix' have a different meaning?

HOW!* *Ask Pen. She's old enough to know

They aren't real you know. They're glove puppets voiced by James Bolam and that speccy female comedian from Sunderland who's act is basically talking about her cat and eating biscuits

Winston Churchill

Jam Jars=cars. Bit of cockney slang there. Do wot? You 'aving a bubble barf?

....certain character with thick lips and curly hair that came with jam jars! I didn't know you are a fan of Jeremy Clarkson!

Dyslexia does eksist. You're talking billocks.

I'm allergic to alcohol. If I drink any it makes me dizzy, talk bollocks, throw up and have moments where I can't remember anything before or during drinking. I don't get like this drinking anything else.

I must admit, I agree with this. I've come across kids who have different allergies and I can imagine the difficulties of keeping track of different children's allergies and some allergies can dangerous.