We went out to dinner last night with old friends. Friends who were in a pop band, rode Vespas and rebelled. I was a rocker, leather jacket an’ all. But we spent half the night comparing our ills and operations and the other half being in the right. Until the witching hour approached, then the booze kicked in, numbed our aches and pains and we got silly. We are still here, underneath, mini skirts an all, but life and cares can get in the way.
(I’m guilty of not reading all through the threads, cos I cant keep up. I think some are on GN all day)
Royal Mail threatens to stop deliverys over dog attacks
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, no swearing, slight innuendo where tickling sticks were concerned, hilariously funny and he performed for 3 hours non stop. Not bad for an almost nonogenarian!
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