I'd like to shag your brains out, but it appears that someone beat me to it.

 

Can I buy you a drink, or do you just want the money?

 

That shirt looks very becoming on you, but if I were on you, I'd be coming too.

 

If you're going to regret this in the morning, we can sleep until the afternoon.

 

Guy: "Would you like to dance?"

Girl: "I wouldn't dance with you."

Guy: "I'm sorry, you must have misheard me. I said you look fat in that skirt."

 

Excuse me, do you have your phone number, I seem to have lost mine.

 

I'm new in town, could I have directions to your house.

 

You might not be the best looking girl here, but beauty is only a light switch away.

 

I may not be the best looking guy here, but I'm the only one talking to you.

 

Hi, I'm a necrophiliac, how good are you at playing dead?

 

I seem to have lost my bed. Can I use yours?

 

Hi my name is _______, remember it, cause you'll be screaming it all night long.

 

(To be used to the uglier of two girls): Guy: "Do you want to dance?"

Minger: "Yes I do."

Guy "Go on then, off you go, I want to talk to your mate."

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Answers

hehe I was quite tickled by that "Can I have your phone number cos I've lost mine" line when I first heard it a couple of months ago....I acutally used it for two whole weekends but only got one phone number out of it :((

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Still doesn't beat my all time favourite:

"Here y'ar pet, hold my pint while I go for a s**t"

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Our young un used to do remarkably well with "buy us a pint love"

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

So you actually admit to using some of those lines then? No wonder you are single mate!!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Yeah that's right Jay.....whatever you say....shut the kitchen door on your way back in....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

No Gav that line wouldn't work either...back to the drawing board eh?

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

If not the vegetable chopping board, eh ;-)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay, have you read Naomi Woolfe's 'Fire with Fire'? She manages to combine strong, feminist views with being able to look glamorous and live with a phallocrat (her husband). She strikes me as someone you would have a lot of sympathy with as she is often attacked by radical feminists for wearing makeup (subtle though it is) and taking care over her appearance and wearing her hair long. She says you don't have to be a short, fat, ugly lesbian to be a feminist. I have a signed copy if you'd like to borrow it.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Softie is that supposed to be good or bad? I am not a (I don't shave my legs and hate men militant) honest I just like picking on Gav! :o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

You do realise that in this story you always end up shagging, don't you? ;-)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Who's shagging??

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

You and Gav. They meet up. Instantly rub each other up the wrong way. Keep saying rude things about one another. End up shagging. No point in fighting it anymore: it's written in the stars :-D

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Now how would you know that? Did you read it in my horoscope this morning? ;o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Let's just call it male intuition...

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

You'd better get over the disappointment quickly Jay cos there's no chance of that happening!!

I'm after Yelli....and that's that!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Ah thats another mith!!!

Looks like you have frightened Gav away Softie shame on you!!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

"away" implies that I was there in the first place....

I think you and Softie should consider a cyber romance....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Don't worry Gav I am far from disappointed, relieved would be a more accurate depiction.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

I knew there was something hairy about Jay.

:-)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Yer divent sweat much for a fat lass.

I wouldn't want to have owt to do with totty that would go out with me.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Pit Bill matie I hope that is a chat up line and not you calling me fat!! :o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

LR I could have been called hairy once, mind I did have waist length hair at the time!! ;o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

"mind I did have waist length hair at the time"

Is that hair from the waist down? Gav, you've found another one! ;-))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Bobby.....I'd be really careful tiger ;)) remember that I'm gonna see you soon matey ;)))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay, You fat -)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

The harder you fight the web, the more entangled you both become. Keep your eyes on the candle, you're strating to feel sleepy...

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Bold off (I hope)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

dAn m'I strating to egt sylxeicd.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Haha....NO CHANCE....

I've nailed my colours to the mast....and they're staying there! :))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

I'd be worried about Galaxy nailing something else to a coffee table if I were you! Rissoles anyone? :-)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

She'd have to catch me first ;)) anyway it's that "Hills Have Eyes" husband of hers that I'd be most worried about ;)) followed closely by worries about her cooking!!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Gav

I thought it was Galaxy you were after?

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Slow down Gav , yelli is well out of your league , and Bob is abit lively today : - ) My fave do you fancy a shag .. no ... would you mind lying down cos i do ....never used it meself like , but can imagine it would be really succesful . Always found that the porsche key ring works nicely ; - )

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay, I'm just buttering Galaxy up to get to her daughter ;))

Sting, she may well be out of my league (although I don't know how cos I'm effing lush me!) but you've got to aim high.....with women as well as in the toilets.....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

My mate had a marvellous technique: he used to approach groups of girls in the pub, "Evening girls, you're all looking very lovely, are you on the pull?" Noncomital shrugs and the odd "Yes".

"I'll tell you what, if you don't find anyone worth bothering with I'll have you. It'd be a shame to let it all go to waste otherwise."

I swear to God this used to work. There was no explaining it; he was always pissed and never took anyone seriously but got less sleep than anyone else I've ever known. He was the one who persuaded a dozen girls that he was the official breast quality-controller one night and had them queing up for an examination. It was the way he phrased it that got them to comply and the rotten b*gger can't remember what he said. He's been drinking himself into an early grave ever since, unable to forgive himself.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

I'm not being funny but does ANYONE? actually use chat up lines? I've thrown a few sets of lines like those above at girls but they've just been for fun rather than cos I was really trying to get into their pants!!

If I'm after a girl then I'll talk to her...I usually start with hello....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Oh and......."Hello" Yelli ;))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

i tend to use .. would you mind if i flushed it first ; - ))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Surely you'd ask if she was gonna wash herself? ;)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

My but you boys could charm the birds right out of the trees!!!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

>>would you mind if i flushed it first <<
Sure you don't prefer to use it first?

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Why thank you Galaxy.....It's nice to hear what we already know ;))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

how about , ill show you yours if you show me mine ; - )

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Gav - just buttering me up eh?! Now you just know that isn`t going to work. Yelli is old enough to make her own decisions, and I NEVER try to influence her.........................Hmmm? - no bolt of lightening! Maybe keeping your fingers crossed does work! (:o)

As for being worried about her Daddy - you leave `Crusher` out of this! He`s been as good now they`ve got the medication right! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Yes, yes, I know! I meant to type `as good as gold`!(:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Aww honey!! I was only playing!! you should know that I like you as a person in your own right and not just cos you'll soon be doing my washing and restaurant bookings for me ;))

As for "Crusher".....can't we arrange for him to take a long holiday before I move in? I'd hate to be around if he ran out of tablets :))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Ah! Lurpak - my favourite! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Benecol's better....reduces your cholesterol you know ;)

Anyway.....what happened with the Lambton Worm then?

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Galaxy

Birds from the trees would that be buzzards or vultures? :o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Don't get bitchy cos I don't fancy you Jay......it's not very becoming....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Hark, I hear the call of a nightingale...

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Nah that was funny trust me you would know if I was being bitchy ! I will sleep better tonight with the knowledge that you don't fancy me.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

In Barclay's Bank or is it Square??? ;o)))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

No it was a Heron....and it's gonna shit on you if you're not careful! ;)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay was upset after Dr Herron had snubbed her in front of the other nurses, she was close to tears but held them back and leafed through a magazine to hide her discomfort. Why was he always so horrible to her? She hated him then as she toyed with ther wrapper of her chocolate bar, untouched, her appetite gone. Yet somehow she couldn't shake his face from her mind. Something about those strong hands that reminded her of the security she felt when walking with her father as a child.

Dr Herron strode down the hospital corridor. He couldn't understand why he had snapped at Nurse Jay again. He liked everything to be tidy and to be done just so, but she seemed to always be distracting him. His peace of mind was shattered. 'How can I be efficient if I'm thinking about people all the time?' he demanded of his subconscious. But sure enough, there she was in his mind again, the way she held her head and the way she had coloured when he had been so rude to her. Hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, but Damn it! What did she expect? Still her graceful neck, and her hair pinned back just asking to be let free...

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Bliddy ell Softie

Are you so bored that you are reading Mills & Boom now?

Just remember I am the Dr here!!! ;o))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Saw a gap in the market open up - and you`re in like Flynn!!! Poor Dame Barbara`s probably still warm! I think your haste is indecent! (:O)

As no doubt will the follow on postings to this! I should have phrased that better! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Galaxy did you ever read any Cartlands work? No me either ;o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Oh Yelli.....whereforeart thou?

Will you stand by me or spurn my hasty advances?

I feel the fates(Softie and Jay) are against us my love....what will I do :((

Galaxy, The old dame was cold last time I had her.....

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Not a chat up line - I'm afraid my memory's just not that good - but a mate of mine had a credo when going into a Club for the night that could be best described as being brutally realistic - "Go ugly: early!"

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay - Now you know that Mills and Boon are all that us girlies read! r so I`m lead to believe. Like you - I never touch the stuff!(:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

`Or` - the tenth typo of the day! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

You must be suffering from sticky fingers mum....picking fights with too many snails I reckon!!

Let us all know how well dinner goes "down" this evening, I'm certain we're all dying to know how your latest culinary suprise is received ;))

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Jay - I used to love the good old bodice-ripper type novels, when I was younger. Really bad Rosemary Rogers type stuff, `The Flame and the Flower`, `The Wolf and the Dove` etc. Tried to re-read one a few years ago, and twenty minutes into the book I was so annoyed with this 17 yearold, petulant heroine(is that spelling correct?) that I wanted to slap her round the back of the head! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Gav - how did you know that I didn`t really throw the slug into the field nextdoor?! Actually, I`m freezing it - thought I`d save it for a special occasion. (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

I've got your house under surveilance so I knew you'd taken the slug (if that's what it really was!!) into the house.....

I'm disappointed that you aren't trying it out on the family tonight :(

I hope this special occasion doesn't involve trying to feed it to me when we meet up at a match sometime next season.....I'd hate to have to kill you when we're getting on so well!!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Dr Jay Greer, GP to an isolated rural community, pedalled her bicycle up to Mrs Herron's cottage. She automatically found herself scanning the fields behind the house and the edge of the nearby woodland for Mrs Herron's son, Gavin. She wasn't sure what it was, but despite being a confident young woman, Gavin had the ability to unsettle her. He always appeared to be almost indifferent to her and made clear that he held no truck with her modern cures for Mrs Herron's long term ailments; whatever old Doctor Mulgrew, Jay's predecessor, had used was good enough for Mrs Herron, and that was final. She remembered the last time she had visited the cottage and had been preparing an infusion for Mrs Herron in her kitchen when she had suddenly become aware of eyes upon her. She had turned, startled, and found Gavin standing in the doorway, the rain from the fields soaking his wellingtons and his flat cap and tough, outdoor jacket sodden. He smelled so masculine and his broad hands were dirty from working in the woods. Jay had been unable to stifle a little gasp and had dropped the cup she had been holding, quite overcome with the strangest sensation...

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Did you know that Mills and Boon pay up to #10,000 per book? Softie I can see a whole new Career opening for you here!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Wonderful, Softie Cartland! Nothing like a good old fashioned soap opera to get us through the dry season!

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

A Soap that is a cross between, Emerdale and Doctor Kildare, what shall we name this new blockbuster?? (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Dingley Dell, and everyday story of BBS folk

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Softie - brill - but I was reading too fast and thought why has he a catflap in his trousers. :-

'Gavin standing in the doorway, the rain from the fields soaking his wellingtons and his flat cap and tough, outdoor jacket sodden'

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

Howay Josh. Surely by now you must know why Gav's got a cat flap in his trousers. Just like everybody else - to let the pussy in.

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

*groan*
Screach, here's your coat, don't let the door hit you on the way out! ;-)

-- Anonymous, June 05, 2000

"While the cats away the mouse will play" bugger off Gav, I'm back from my school sojourn, so leave Yelli alone.

Yelli Hi ya pet how are your studies going. Nice to see you ignored that oaf Gav.

Tre

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Morning all....

Wow, I don't know where to start with all of this ;)

Softie, your a sick but very very funny puppy!! You could always call that story "The Dingle with the Cat" :)

Tre, Well hello!!! I'm certain Yelli will be absolutely delighted to hear from you!!! I seem to have been blown out totally....not a single response to my heartfelt pleas...

Jay, even though I've been blown out.....I'm still NOT interested...

Galaxy,.....I'll think of something to say to you later!!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Tre,

'How are your studies going' - best chat up line on here so far!!!

(;o) Good to see you back though honey - been missing you!!!

Gav,

I'll talk to you later!!!! (;o)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Your gonna talk to me later eh....sounds promising :))

I'm either in for some good news or a damn good scolding, I'm not certain which appeals most ;))

Surely Tre, it's gotta be times like these when it looks like your in with a chance when you wish that you weren't on the other side of the planet?

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Gav,

You've hit the proverbial nail on the head.

;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Mind you I only ever use one pick up line 'take me home and do what you will'. Mind you I'm very selective as to who I say this to.

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I'll take you home Tre but only if you clean my house and do the ironing. It is my will !!!! :o)

On that note off to the South Bank !!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Tre,

So how've you been?

You got everything sorted?

You've been missed mate...even if you are trying to steal my woman :)))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Herron, you're a two timing bitch -)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Bill....didn't realise you were on....or that you'd be jealous :))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Nobody would guess it to look at her, but behind Dr Jay Greer's quietly competent exterior, a dark secret lay hidden. She seemed to all the world to be another smart, prim, young academic, newly crowned with the laurels of learning and with her whole career ahead of her, but all that stopped at her front door when she went home.

For months now she had hurried home from her classes of students and changed into overalls as she set about transforming her unobtrusive semi-detached house. Even the lad from the builders' merchants who delivered the materials she ordered noticed nothing odd about how she would greet him on the doorstep and sign for the goods with flowing strokes of her wrist and hand him back his pen. As he would carefully stack the materials in the front garden, Gavin Herron would wish that he could find an excuse to linger and talk to her, but the only response he got to his hesitant questions as to what she was doing with all the wall-cladding and insulation he delivered was, 'Decorating.' How he wished that she would offer him a cup of tea so that he could learn more about her, but no such offer was ever forthcoming, and he would say his goodbyes and stroll dejectedly away under her cool gaze.

What Gavin would never have guessed at, is that behind that plain front door was anything but an ordinary suburban house. For no ordinary house had 6 inches of insulation behind stone wall-cladding. York stone floors were uneven under the feet, and the wall sconces cast a lurid flame effect across the rough walls. Dr Greer changed into her favourite pvc suit and made her way down to the cellar to see how her new 'houseboy' was doing with the cleaning. She lightly flexed her riding crop and smiled behind her leather eye-mask; this was one undergraduate who would learn why you didn't skip Mistress Jay's lectures. Even so, she couldn't help but remember the way that the delivery-boy's muscles had flexed as he lay down his burden, and she had the unaccountable desire to put on a Laura Ashley floral dress and run after him. She shook this foolishness from her mind and loosened her shoulders before continuing down the steps, her spiked heels clicking in the confined space, and from below, muffled sobbing could be heard over the desperate scratching of a scrubbing brush against unyielding stone

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Ooooh so i'm no longer the object of Jay's attentions....who's in for it today Softie?

You ever thought about getting yourself locked up (not like that!)....Get yersel to Cherry Knowles before it's too late!!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I'm getting strange looks for spluttering into my keyboard! Wonderful stuff - keep it up!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Softie,
When are the cyber-signed copies coming out ? Bliddy hell, what's her name's hardly stiff and she's already reincarnated. You've definitely been hiding your miller lite under a bushmills.

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

'Wonderful stuff - keep it up! '

Yes, I also got that impression of Softie's physical state when he was writing that. Didn't he work on a building site? I suspect the guy delivering building materials is a projection of his own self, and he'll be making a trip down into the basement before too long ;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Windy Miller started what appeared to be a perfectly ordinary day. The weather was mild, so he stepped out of his front door and wandered down to the cornershop to buy a pint of milk. There were only a couple of other people in the shop as the old fashioned bell above the door tinkled in that charming fashion which brought back memories of childhood; gazing at the sweets in their glass jars on the shelf behind the counter.

Still drifting along in this reverie, Windy jostled a silent figure looking at the magazines. 'Sorry,' he muttered and carried on making his way towards the fridge where they keep the milk. Unbeknownst to Windy, this casual act of jostling a stranger was to change his life. Change it beyond all recognition. Had he known of the terrible vengeance this shadowy figure would wreak for being disturbed, he would have been afraid to ever leave his house...;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

..Windy Miller had been aware of the effect he had on some people when he inadvertently brushed up against them, but normally it was the young dairy maids from the farm down the lane. Nothing from a life spent grinding flour could have prepared him for the strange, enigmatic look from the leather clad stranger. He was out of the door like a shot, leaving the bell above the door tinkling alarmingly in his wake. What was that magazine he was reading, he thought to himself as scampered back up the hill to the safety of his windmill, and the comforting, manly whir and grind of heavy machinery? ;-))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Shit....I've got tears rolling down my face :))))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Way to go Windy! Literary brain-storming (possibly barn-storming) session! Suggest you start a new `add a chapter` thread - you know what I mean, like the game we used to play when I was little where you write a line, fold the paper, pass it to the next person. Was it called `consequences`?(:o)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Ha ha ha! Classic! I just knew you'd go for the magazine opening! Left me b*gger all to respond with mind, unless... :-D

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Come on Softie....don't give up there mate this is fun :))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Mrs Jones the shopkeeper sighed. You wouldn't think it to look at her, but she had been through the hard times of the depression, survived the Blitz, managed to fend for herself when our American allies got ideas about what to expect from the grateful British public and had managed to keep her shop going despite the best efforts of successive governments to close down the small trader. Profit margins were at an all-time low, and she had just seen Windy Miller, the local substance abuser, take a bottle of milk from the fridge and rush out of the shop without paying.

She had been endlessly patient with him down the years, on account of his poor Mother, who had died of a broken heart, unable to cope with Windy's paranoid delusions. Every day he would sit on the sofa dribbling, making engine noises with his mouth as his hand rummaged down the front of his trousers. He was convinced that whilst in this state, he was in fact an honest Miller working for the good of society, and not a leeching drain on the public purse with his petty theft to pay for his habit, and the run down state of his council house. Well today, he had gone too far. Mrs Jones ushered the remaining customers out of the shop and pulled the blind down. She fastened her coat with quick, deft movements, covered her blue rinse with a shawl, and collected her sawn-off shotgun from beneath the counter.

Windy had gone too far this time. Only that morning she had received a forclosure notice from her bank, and the thought of all those acts of kindness, and blind eyes she had turned to his petty pilfering down the years made her blood boil. This time she wasn't after an apology. This time she was going to blow his Godamned head off! :-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Now Softie lets be realistic here I would not be caught dead in anything made by Laura Ashley......now PVC thats another story? Wipping my students now why didn't I think of that !!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

..but you've never met me! How did you manage to paint such an accurate picture? ;-)

Ok gauntlet well an truly thrown down..I'll reply on the Cartland thread to avoid this getting to long.

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

But Jay [he said, all sweet innocence] you said that the women in Mills and Boon books were too weak; is this not what you had in mind? ;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Stong as in beating people up? Ahhhh works for me :o)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Looks like Jay's R's is dropping as well....not that I was looking!!

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I'd rather my R's dropped then my boobs!!! :o))))))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I do not believe a word of this. Every posting on this thread (including this one) is by Softie.

There is no way he can be conjuring these brilliant cameos on the spur of the moment. He has most oviously been planning this for months and has very skilfully (for him) woven a complete scenario of scripts and responses.

How can mere mortals survive in his presence now ?

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Hmm I think Windy's giving him a run for his money mind :))

Anymore hidden literary talents under a bushel out there?

I must admit to being in awe of Softy and Windy so far...

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Is this site bloody brilliant, or what?

Hat's off to Softie Cartland - absolutely excellent.

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Windy giving me a run for my money? You're joking! He completely shafted me on that comeback - the magazine reference was meant to tempt him into a tentative strike, but he nuked me :-) Not sure I can recover from this - it was so much safer just following the trials and tribulations of Gav and Jay's fairytale romance...

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I think that should read 'farmytail' romance don't you?

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Oh Lordy! It was the Dotor's coat with the little row of pens wasn't it? :-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Oh my Lord! I am sat here with tears running down my face... this is soooooo funny!!!! Definately some wasted talent on this BBs. I`m off to loosen my stays! Back for the next installment later! (:o)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Yup....I've been stifling laughter all afternoon...definitely had tears running down my face at one point :))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Don't expect too much..I've probably exhaustive my annual supply of literary inventiveness already :-P. We already know about Galaxy's writing skills...why not add a paragraph or two to the Barbara thread.;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Excellent idea Windy!! ;))

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

I'm all for it; we haven't had anything like that since our game of 'virtual footie' against Newton Heath 3 years ago. Ended up about 38-0 to NUFC with several fatalities in the Heath ranks :-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Oh aye, and we shouldn't forget Bobby of course. Although he nearly shafted me with his interjection. I think it still follows though, sorta.

Back to my garden shed then...;-)

-- Anonymous, June 06, 2000

Jay,

Yeh that has happened, sort of. You know the thing doing the vacuuming etc in an apron and being chased around with a feather duster.

;-)

-- Anonymous, June 07, 2000

Brilliant Softie,

Some people seem to have mixed up the characters in the first installment. The delivery boy was Gav, Jay is well Jay, and if i'm not mistaken I'm the undergrad mancled to the wall and scrubbing the blood off the floor and 'toys'.

-- Anonymous, June 07, 2000

Well, if you're not the UG in the dungeon, a spot of wishful thinking, eh Tre?

-- Anonymous, June 07, 2000

Light relief resurrected

-- Anonymous, September 30, 2003

Ah! The good old days! (:o)

-- Anonymous, October 02, 2003

I'd forgotten all about this thread. Memory lane, eh? If only the old superstitions thread on communicata was still salvageable.

-- Anonymous, October 03, 2003

Tee Hee. Still raises a chuckle. It's a shame Jay and Gav never fulfilled their potential together ;-)

-- Anonymous, October 03, 2003