Friday, June 29, 2018

 The Conan I know

Conan
Stone cold killer

He comes across as a mild
mannered Librarian.
Is in fact the nats most
feared enforcer .
Any Unionist problems
they call for Conan.
here is a transcript of a 
secretly taped conversation
between Conan and his boss
(who suspected the hidden wire)

















Conan- You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Nicola_ Would someone mind telling me, who are you?  
Conan-And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it?  The best thing to do is feed them to my dugs. You got to starve the dugs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the duggys' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through dug shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least six dugs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps dugs They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single dug can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as Conans dugs".
Nicola- Well, thank you for that. That's a great weight off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course?


conan with his favorite weapon
in his favorite magazine







Conans man eating dugs




Niko-You'd be Conan out of Edinburgh Killer of women and children.

:Conan -That's right. I've killed women and children. I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I'm here to kill you, Niko , for what you said about the snp .
Luckily due to a misfire whilst Conan fiddled with his cannon I made my escape
through the privvy and legged it 




back to my hovel.. where I stay hidden away ha fecking ha Conan


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143 comments:

  1. Baron Darling of Snootery-NookJuly 1, 2018 at 12:12 PM

    David said to go to Ballantrae but Mum wanted to go to Arbroath. It's Phemue's car so nobody knows.

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  2. I've upgraded since then.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHbqHx3TLBE

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  3. They were all there, Nikos.

    Lorna Vunt sang a song she made up for Tommy and Ellie's anniversary.

    Angelique Prebender presented them with a painting she did based on that (yes that!!) photo.

    Armjet Puffregard donated a floral sculpture of the Menses.

    Fabulous occasion

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  4. And I stroked my nipple with a strawberry ripple.

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  5. Jimmy and Angie are thinking of going to Rome on holiday. Or Malaga.

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    1. I hope they stay there. Pair of shits.

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    2. Nikostratos Glesga JimmyOctober 5, 2018 at 4:04 PM

      I hate them too. She needs to close her legs cause there's a draught in here! And he spews out more shite than a dog on speed. Pair of twats.

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  6. Jan McWee (British)October 7, 2018 at 8:54 PM

    I'm going to be a wee bit controversial here. I couldn't stand Nelson Mandela.

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  7. I can't stand you. Jan NcWee seeing all over the place like a leaky tap.

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  8. I think I've been touched by the furry finger.

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  9. When my sister in law was in school she always dreamed of visiting Las Vegas.

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  10. I njoy sending myself anonymous postcards accusing me of unspeakable acts, but sometimes the accusations can be rather hurtful.

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  11. Hello, one and all. Is this Face Book? I bought an rail ticket for a journey between Nottingham and St Austell. I paid for it with my credit card and my wife knows nothing about it.

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  12. Hello everyone. Still waiting for your responses to my messages. I told you about the gypsy guys smoking outside Irene's caravan didn't I. And the funny story about Ronald's Action Man dolls. They were funny times even though they happened in the 70s but Northampton was a fun place then. I remember them every day. Hello John Shillitoe and your slippers!! Nobody but me remembers them days. Nobody. I don't know why I bother I really don't. Angela tells me to shit the f**k up about it because I'm hurting her grain but that was my life the dirty bitch. She never had the times I had even though Mum died of a stomach tumir. Cow.

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  13. This is a comment.

    On Michael Portillo's* train travel show a chap from Yorkshire (a Yorkie!) Was talking about an uncle of his, not mine who died in World War The First. I wept for his story but then he started the usual BBC smut and in your end oh. He said "When I was cleaning out my auntie's arsehole I found a family of refugees baking ginger snaps." That's a disgrace. His auntie could of been his dead uncle's wife or sister. And why was he cleaning out down there,? That Yorkie was a speedy cunt and should get arrested. If he gets prison the guards should kick him in and punish him but the refugees should get deported or killed like geese.
    * My friend James Garfield knew Portillo's boyfriend the male air stewardess from British Airways ages ago. We knew he was a ladyman.

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    1. I hate the filth on the BBC. Why do we pay for all them famous poofters to go on trains all over the place winking at foreign men in stations and saying Hullo Bright Eyes Do You Want A Swifter? I am a Christian and I take it very seriously. The Lord Jesus did not travel to places in fancy trains that I can not afford just to meet men or other stinky people. Did you ever see The Son Of God doing judo in French or Spanish places? Did you? The answer is no. So why do I have to watch this fucking crap from the cunts at ITV or even worse Chanel Number 4?
      Stop it.

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    2. Like, what the f**k was that?

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  14. Angela says I should forget Northampton because nobody's interested. Get in touch everykne and shiw her she's wrong. A quick Hullo to Ann. Interesting about Pirtillo. Carry on. I thought there was something funny about him. He doesn't look British but of course we can't mention that these days. They won't be happy till England is covered in darkies queeries and islams.

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  15. Brian Davidson AKA Ross ThomsonOctober 31, 2018 at 2:33 PM

    Here I am sitting on the edge munching as I do it.

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    1. Brian Davidson Brig O'DonNovember 1, 2018 at 12:06 AM

      You'd have been better munching that shoving Mersha and Madrega out the window. Jackie said there was an armadillo on the windowsill but what about her Festive candle display?

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  16. I'm glad to see we are starting to reply to each other. This is what Facebook is all about. It's about community and that's what I love. People chatting and having meals together. Laughing. Like it was when I was younger in the 70s. Nottingham was a lovely place. Everyone knew one another and we never locked our doors. A neighbor was a friend. Let's tell Angela we all miss that.

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    1. Yes Arthur. I remember that lovely day in 2003 ( I think) when Nicholas Soaked visited Nottingham. I was a wonderful time. The flags were out and the council had set up a carnival atmosphere with carousels and coconut shoes. A true sense of community. I shared a joke and chat with many "Cobblers" that day.

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    2. Nicholas Soames. Oopsa dausy.

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    3. Thanks Henry. I think you mean coconut shies but gollybitbwad funny because you were chatting to all the Cobblers. Get it? Cobblers is another word for shoemakers which made Nottingham famous. The Soames visit was a great day.
      This is all great stuff as and I'm sure Angela will eat her words.

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    4. Is this the Twilight Zone?

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  17. OK everyone. I give in. Arthur was right and I was wrong about Nottingham in the 1970s. I agree. I remember hearing all about Nicholas Soames visit but I was in St Austell for the week because Tanya kidney stones were giving her gyp. I was so sad to have missed it all and the great man himself. The council did the Cobblers proud and Ok. Now, I hate to be contriversico but what do we all think about this Russ Abbott business? I have to say I'm a teensy bit surprised. What do you all think, Ann, Arthur Henry, Jan and everyone?

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  18. Jan McWee (British)November 6, 2018 at 6:20 PM

    Hi Angela and all. Superb news. Thrilled we're all on the same page. Must all meet for lunch soon.
    I'm astounded by the Russ Abbott news. Is that sort of thing really necessary? Going to see Tanya in St Austell next weekend. Would you like to join me Angela and Ann. Staying at that yummy B&B that was on the TV show. Let me know soonest. Nyerere!

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  19. I'd love to come along, Jan. Angela isn't sure if she can stay till Monday. Might have to come home Sunday. Rex again.Call me tmro at the Unit. Nyerere

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    1. Jan, I forgot about the Russ Abbott business. Unsettling.

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    2. Problem solved. Rex will be kettled at home next week. I can stay in St Austell till Monday. Russ Abbott? Can't believe it.

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  20. Oh. Very nice. Girls weekend away and we chaps don't get an invitation. Naughty! Have fun, ladies. Don't go crazy over the Cornish cream teas... Regards to Tanya.
    Nyerere, ye Cobblers!!

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  21. Jan McWee (British)November 8, 2018 at 12:00 AM

    Nyerere, Henry! Will pass on your wishes to Tanya. Will bring you back some clotted cream.

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  22. Make mine a double! Nyerere!

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  23. Jan McWee (British)November 8, 2018 at 9:20 PM

    Great news, everyone. Tanya is going to come back with us on Monday. NYERERE, YE COBBLERS!!!

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    1. You don't seem well to me.

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  24. Wonderful! Oh glory, glory, glory. Tanya, welcome. Hail well commen and well met, mine frolick!
    I shall let everyone know, but you MUST stay with us in the Hall. Room for all. Oh glory, glory, glory!!

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  25. Nyerere, ye Cobblers!

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    1. Get a grip you dopey old git.

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  26. We're on the road! St Austell, here comes the Cobbler Trio! Nyerere!!

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  27. Late breakfast. Full Cornish!! Meeting Tanya again at 12. She's in fine fettle and raring to hit those tearooms. St Austell watch out!

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  28. Who are all you people?

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    1. I don't think we really want to know.

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  29. We're Tanya's friends from Nottingham. Back in the gorgeous B&B now after a lovely dinner in town here. Italian - very swish. (And 1 or 2 glasses of the naughty vino! Or 2 or 3 !!) We shall need a week to recuperate. If you're in St Austell, pop in and say hello. We're having a jolly good blow-out at the Du Maurier Kitchen at 1.30 tomorrow afternoon.

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  30. Sling your hook the lot of you.

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  31. We would never wish to overstay our welcome and are known for our hospitality. We abjure foul language and curt expressions, sir.

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  32. And you sound like a fairy. Bye bye Tinkerbell.

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  33. Eat shit and swivel, you piece of puke. Jan invited you to the Du Maurier Kitchen tearooms in St Austell and you didn't reply you dirty shitwad. Show your face in Nottingham and you'll fucking regret it you cow turf.

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    1. Don't hold back. Say how you really feel. Go on. Go for it.

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  34. Jan McWee (British)November 16, 2018 at 7:58 AM

    I didn't send the last message. Ann sent it on my behalf and became indignant and very defensive if me. May I add that I echo her views, albeit in rather less Anglo-Saxon terms!

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  35. Jan McWee (British)November 16, 2018 at 8:01 AM

    I didn't send the last message. Ann sent it on my behalf. She became indignant and very defensive of me. May I add that I am in complete agreement with Ann's sentiments albeit in slightly less Anglo-Saxon terms.

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  36. Jan McWee (British)November 16, 2018 at 8:03 AM

    Oh bother. I didn't realise my message went through first time.

    Ann meant to write "cow turd" rather than "cow turf".

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    1. Oh well. That's okay then.

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  37. I agree. We all do. We find your attitude towards us pitiful. Our kindness has been rewarded with foul language of the basest kind. Tanya felt her visit to us all had been sullied and Jan, Angela and I felt about our sojourn in St Austell. Arthur and Henry are seething and Rex has barely stopped pounding his inhaler against the keyboard. You do not wish to see his views. Sadly for you, you have not destroyed Tanya's visit.

    Your vicious comments towards Henry have been noted but ignored. Henry's bubbly personality has equipped him to cope with such vulgar innuendo.

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    1. Bubbly personality? Like Liberace? Or Danny La Thursday?

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  38. There's only room for one... eccentric person on this blog, and that's Niko. Say hello to James Kelly for me when you get back to SCOT goes POP.

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  39. What on earth are you chuntering on about? I would like to know who exactly you and Bobbie Stretcher are and why you are on our private conversation web site.

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  40. I would like to know why you and your old muckers aren't in Strangeways.

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  41. How dare you you piece of subhuman shit. If you tried that shit in Nottingham there are still people who are interested in punishing cunts like you. Just give us the fucking chance, scumbag.

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    1. Social Services need to make contact with you.

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  42. I should like to be associated with Ann's comments. Vividly expressed.

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  43. Should you?
    And do you have a point, caller?

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  44. If my presence is causing the problem, I shall return to St Austell post haste. No names. No pack drill. I shall miss my friends and the golden moments we shared over the years in Nottingham and Cornwall, but needs must. I shall steal into the dawning morn and send my way to the station using a ticket my dear dear friend Arthur bestowed upon me gratis.
    Farewell my friends. Farewell dear Ann Edmondson with the irrepressible humour. Farewell cherished Arthur Hamill if the valued railway ticket. Farewell to you, wondrous Jan McWee of the British Bulldog spirit. Farewell my special Henry Jesmond of the bubbly personality and the busy face. Farewell to Angela Westfield of the kind words and kinder mien. Farewell. Farewell. Nyerere, the Cobblers.

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    1. You crowd are fucking mental. Is this a chat page for a psycho unit?

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  45. I hope you are happy, Bobbie Stretcher. You have destroyed a life. A joyous life. A merry life. A life.

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  46. No Tanya. No. Henry invited us all to the hall. All of us. No Cobblers shall be cowed by the callousness of the vulgar slide. None.

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    1. Get back to me when your balls drop.

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  47. Everyone take a deep breath and remain calm. Tanya is remaining here and I expect to find a full complement at the lunch table. Nyerere, ye Cobblers.

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  48. Sorry to disappoint our intrusive commentators but we enjoyed a splendid lunch at the Hall. Six dear friends around the table, sharing lunch and anecdotes. I weep for the emptiness of the lives of our detractors who can but look on in envy tinged with a heart-breaking tristesse.

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  49. We certainly did. The aprés lunch entertainment was capital. The young lady on the bassoon had us all in stitches! Thank you, Henry. Nyerere!

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    1. You need to eat less fruit.

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  50. Thank you again, Henry. Please let me bring dessert today. Pretty pleasey.

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  51. Canasta Day tomorrow at the Hall, Cobblers. Late breakfast then let's let it rip! Nyerere.

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  52. Are you shower of spazzers still here? Take a hike you dozy dribblers.

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  53. Hold me back before I make that Stretcher regret he ever started his calumny against us. His vulgarity disgusts me.

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  54. Ignore him, everyone. People like him don't really exist in any real sense. Lovely to see you are all doing well and divine to know that Tanya Goulding is in Nottingham albeit for a too short stay. May I expect to see you at All Saints for Divine Worship?

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  55. Agatha my dear it was lovely to see you at All Saints and partake afterwards of the cup that comforts but not inebriates, as "Uncle Joe" Stalin used to quip. Glorious to be in Nottingham but St Austell calls me back and I needs must hie me home on Wednesday.
    Everyone has been SO kind.
    You must join the Cobblers on there next visit to St Piran's parish (!) In January.
    But no B&B next time - everyone must stay with me at the Spinney.

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    1. Goodie 2 Shoes. Your the kinda sugar sweet that makes me puke my guts up.

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  56. I always enjoy hearing your own private name for Cornwall - St Piran's Parish. Naughty!
    Lunch tomorrow at the Hall. Everyone invited. Agatha - you must join us. 1pm.

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  57. We are exploiting you, Henry, and your renowned generosity. Lunch at the Hall will be champion, lad. But I insist of breakfast here at 27A before Tanya returns to SPP. The lady wife will be happy to oblige.

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  58. The lady wife's always been happy to oblige me. The gaudy little strumpet.

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  59. Fuck off you cunt from hell. You are Satan's fucking spawn. Bastard shitflake.

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  60. Jan McWee (British)November 26, 2018 at 9:37 PM

    Ignore him, Ann. He is but a tawdry poltroon.

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  61. He is, Jan, a trashy tawdry poltroon. Yes, Ann, he is a cunt from hell. But let's look on the bright side. We - Nyerere Ye Cobblers! - have had the time of our lives. Tanya has been in Nottingham for OVER 10 DAYS. We have all met Agatha again. Henry has opened the Hall.
    Our lives are as Heaven.

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    1. There's something very wrong with you people. I'd shit myself if I had to spend any time with you. Are you even real?

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  62. Breakfast here tomorrow. Shall we say 8.30? Then we can accompany Tanya to the station.

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  63. A lovely breakfast from Arthur's lady wife and a sad convoy to the station where Tanya caught the 12.07. She should be in Taunton around now. The rest of us are feeling empty. Tears were shed, but we have to pick ourselves up and get on with life. Nyerere, dear Tanya. Nyerere, dearest Cobbler.

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  64. You people need to get a grip. Or else psychiatric help.

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  65. Let's not lower ourselves to this scroundel's level.

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  66. Noble sentiments Angela.

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  67. Cobblers ahoy! I know you must be sick of the Hall after the hectic two weeks we have all enjoyed. Golly - I need a holiday! But let's all meet here on Sunday for lunch - after Worship so that Agatha can join us. Shall we say 1.30pm? Angela - might Rex be up to lunch and meeting multiple persons? - no pressure. We can call Tanya after lunch and make her envious! Naughty, I know.

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  68. I might call in with a couple of mates for a piss up and a good old chinwag. We'll have chicken and chips.

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    1. Can I come too and get rat arsed?

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  69. We would never dream of forcing our company upon you. You are not expected.

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  70. Yes - bugger off you bag of shit. See you at lunch after church everyone.

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  71. Jan McWee (British)December 2, 2018 at 9:29 PM

    Lovely lunch. A delight. Many thankiolas!

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  72. Thank you again, Henry. Lunch was a joy and Rex loved tapping out his message on the keyboard for Tanya.
    Shall we all meet on Wednesday at the Mayflower for lunch? Agatha - can you join us?

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  73. I adore the Mayflower but fear I have organised a lunch meeting on Wednesday of the Floral Committee. May I "call off" as they say?

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  74. We shall miss you Agatha, but there's a Murder Mystery Day at the Mayflower on Saturday. It could be fun. Ideas, anyone?

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    1. Ideas on who to murder? That's a bit racy!

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  75. Jan McWee (British)December 3, 2018 at 9:13 PM

    Actually, the multiple screen cinema is showing an Andre Rieu concert from Murmansk on Saturday too. We are spoiled for choice. Suggestions?

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  76. Me and my bird used to do the business behind the Mayflower.

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  77. Here's a suggestion - go behind the Mayflower for a spot of the old nookie!

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  78. I have exerted all my influence to request of my friends that they not interact with you nor react to your vulgarity and filth. Sir.

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  79. I see Tinkerbell's back ready to punch the lights out of a marshmallow. On second thoughts I doubt if any of you spazzers have every had a bit of nookie. With another person I mean.

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  80. I promised Henry but I am going to kick you're fucki*g c*ut to shreds you shitwad bastard from hell. Show your face in Nottingham and I will take you out you bag of animal shit.

    Shall we meet for lunch at the Roundhead Tavern tomorrow?

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    1. I'm speechless. I've never seen anything this this before. Remind me never to go to Nottingham or the place in Cornwall. Weirdsville.

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  81. Jan McWee (British)December 6, 2018 at 12:20 AM

    Gosh. Love to. Super carvery at the Roundhead. I think Angela might be busy with Rex's kettling and the clients. I'll check, Ann. Loved the macramé card - you are a terror!

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  82. Ooooo. I'm worried. Old biddy with a mouth like a navvy threatens to do me in. Scary!

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  83. Ever seen Murder on the Orient Express? No-one thinks they're criminals. Not ever Sgt Cloosoh. I have friends in Nottingham, so take a warning vomit bag.

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  84. I know it's a cliché but sitting around the campfire singing inspirational songs can heal our broken world and lives. And mend our injured souls.

    Koom ba ya, Lord. Koom ba ya.
    Koom ba ya. My Lord. Koom ba ya.
    Koom ba ya. My Lordie. Koom ba ya.
    Oh Lord. Koom ba ya.

    Someone's crying, Lord. Koom ba ya.

    And so on. The most inspiring song I ever heard. It makes me cry with joy.

    My Lord .My Lord is looking at us and asking how we. WE - oh my God. WE - can help cure your creation.

    My mind is blown. Jesus - I love you.

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    1. Yep. I'd say your mind was blown years ago.

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  85. My neighbour's son is in the Royal Navy and abhors mockery and criticism. I should eager a penny agin a shilling that he would be more than willing to carry out a punishment beating on a contemptuous vagabond

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  86. Is that how you get your jollies? "Punish me, Able Seaman. I've been very naughty."

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    1. You seem to have a death wish, you bag of animal droppings.

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  87. Hello, all! I fear we need to leave out chatting site due to unwelcome Intruders talking vile filth.
    I have opened a Facebook website, which looks nothing like this one, much nicer and we are all included.
    Tanya, Ann, Henry, Jan, Agatha, Rex, Angela and I are the sole members.
    See you there.
    Nyerere, ye Cobblers!

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  88. Can I join your club? What do you call yourselves, a load of Cobblers?

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  89. Eat shit in hell. Bum boy.

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  90. Bum boy? You mean Henry? Ooh duckie let me varnish me handbag.

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  91. I think you're just what I need.

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  92. Me? Or toilet mouth Ann?

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  93. They seem to have gone.

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    1. Remember Tiffany's hit, I think we're alone now, There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

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  94. Henry and Agatha have decided to
    Drat wrong fucking website. Bloody internet. Seafood bloody chocolate

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  95. The man sitting opposite me on the train right now is called Ferdinand Pysshe.

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    1. Stanley Hevenor (Crieff)January 19, 2019 at 3:40 PM

      There should be coaches on trains for people who want to travel without wearing any clothes.

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    2. Another crackpot.

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    3. How do you know that's his name?

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  96. Helen Liddell (Baroness Lidl) has never - I repeat, NEVER - travelled naked on a train. I am permitted to make that known but to deny any personal involvement in the formulation on her statement. Which she may or may not deny at any date in the near or distant future depending upon circumstances. Thank you.

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  97. How about instead of numbers we use the names of cilebritiex? So instead of 1 we say Spencer, 2 is Vogue, 3 is Emma and so on up to the biggest number which is 100 (Meghan).
    This would save people having to remember difficult numbers and we could mention our favourite cilebritiex.
    I would say "Ginger Spice Marlboro Lights" and everyone would know I means the old number 20.
    It would help us win the lottery too.

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