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I think you’ll find the greatest on screen of dog of all time is Sandy...

https://youtu.be/erqdZl44HLo

No fucker is allowed to shit on my Sandy memories... I saw Annie at a cinema in Walsall when I was tiny, just me and my great Aunt - it doesn’t exist anymore (I think it was Walsall, I might be misremembering). Anywhos, I am fairly sure it was a run down old place, but I only remember the glamour, there was a huge staircase and lots of thick red fabric... I might be imagining the chandeliers but it was that sort of place, magical... the ghosts of a time gone by still lingering...

My great aunt scared the shit out of me, she was a formidable woman... she scared the shit out of most people... she was also an astonishing woman but whose story probably does not belong here... all hail strong women, :heart:
 
I think you’ll find the greatest on screen of dog of all time is Sandy...

https://youtu.be/erqdZl44HLo

No fucker is allowed to shit on my Sandy memories... I saw Annie at a cinema in Walsall when I was tiny, just me and my great Aunt - it doesn’t exist anymore (I think it was Walsall, I might be misremembering). Anywhos, I am fairly sure it was a run down old place, but I only remember the glamour, there was a huge staircase and lots of thick red fabric... I might be imagining the chandeliers but it was that sort of place, magical... the ghosts of a time gone by still lingering...

My great aunt scared the shit out of me, she was a formidable woman... she scared the shit out of most people... she was also an astonishing woman but whose story probably does not belong here... all hail strong women, :heart:
Everyone should have a strong great aunt woman with stories to tell. Mine was 6ft2ins, bred Angora rabbits for their fur, shot tigers in india and died on the loo, talking to god via a roll of loo paper held to her ear. She remembered hiding her bicycle behind her crinolene skirt when queen Victoria passed her by in a carriage on birdcage walk in Hyde Park.
 
Everyone should have a strong great aunt woman with stories to tell. Mine was 6ft2ins, bred Angora rabbits for their fur, shot tigers in india and died on the loo, talking to god via a roll of loo paper held to her ear. She remembered hiding her bicycle behind her crinolene skirt when queen Victoria passed her by in a carriage on birdcage walk in Hyde Park.

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Mine was 5 foot nothing and probably 7 stone - still scared the shit out of everyone.... she was a bus conductoress during the war and one of her jobs was to take evacuees round with her and in between rounds knock on doors to see who had spare room for a frightened child... any left over at the end of the day went home with her... I am possibly mixing two stories together there.... who cares... I miss her, xx
 
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Ahhh... Sunday Sport... is that still going? Anyone else not terribly surprised Barry is a bachelor?

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It is indeed what you think... I apologise.... I do share some drivel, :eek:
 
Ahhh... Sunday Sport... is that still going? Anyone else not terribly surprised Barry is a bachelor?

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Hey ya’ll. I can’t see the text, it’s all blurry ( is it my eyes or the print?). Anyway what happens to old Barry? Does he have to go to the clap clinic to get them removed? I must know.
 
Hey ya’ll. I can’t see the text, it’s all blurry ( is it my eyes or the print?). Anyway what happens to old Barry? Does he have to go to the clap clinic to get them removed? I must know.

Not your eyes... he thought it was a good idea after ‘many, many glasses of three hammers cider...’ but woke up at 2am with an urgent need to pee and found himself in excruciating pain... A&E sorted him out and gave him a lecture on penile hygiene...

He finishes up with “It’s not a stunt I’ll be repeating in the future - unless I have too much cider again, obviously” :eek:
 
Hey ya’ll. I can’t see the text, it’s all blurry ( is it my eyes or the print?). Anyway what happens to old Barry? Does he have to go to the clap clinic to get them removed? I must know.

He went to the clinic, the clinic said it was an ‘egg-straordinary’ case and he’d have to go for minor surgery.
 
This feels less of an achievement after Barry and his chaps eye... anyone can get a creme egg up their bum... ermmm... so I’m told...

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Also I’m clearing out compromising pics on my phone as I need to back up to the cloud to transfer over to my new phone and I came across this screenshot... you’re welcome... :D

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No idea what I was searching for when I chanced across that image... :eek:
 
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