Albert Steptoe sounds kinky though

Out of the three, I’d have thought that one was the least likely.

It’s the word nurse.

Is the baum still full of narcissists. It was last time I was there, I’m not a narcissists myself though.

Are you sure? Take a good look at yourself.

ThE BAUM IS excellent.

It’s empty now.
Polish food.

ThE BAUM IS excellent.

And we’re away. I wager we’re eight hours away from “why did nobody stop me?!”

Polish food.

Why, was it dusty?

Lisa Stanstead must have started singing then

My mate’s wife has just thrown a big frying pan at him.
No nice Polish foom for us.
The pork is on the carpet.

These haiku are getting progressively worse.

These euphemisms are getting progressively worse.

Took me about 20 mimutes to log in but my reccomendation:

Magners (about 3 pints, depending on the amount of training done/to do tomorrow); cheap in wetherspoons
Vodka: 2 doubles of something with ice – ciroc is good, chase local but harsh, absolut pretty good for the price
Then drink whatever the hot girls are drinking before getting cheesy chips and going home

I think you’re a bit late.

I think I also know why his spanner is rusty.

Are you sure? Take a good look at yourself

Good one cougar 😆

I like the Baum by the way, and to be fair it’s about 7 years since I was in there. Beer was always good from what I remember. Hope you had a good night rustyspanner.

I am late indeed. Also home early as far as the other student-y types are concerned.

People, hold on. This is the right time for Rusty to be telling us how he is, surely?

Do they have mobile signal in the cells of the local police station?

Or “customer” wifi?

People, hold on. This is the right time for Rusty to be telling us how he is, surely?

He’s currently with Lisa, crossing the international date line in a fruitless search for a missing infant.

before getting cheesy chips

Is that a euphemism too?

I’d also note from other threads that i think Padkinson is a student at Surrey University. So i hope his chips are triple cooked with artisan cheese.

Morning.

That was fun.

Ended up walking two miles toward home before remembering that the delightful Mrs Spanner had agreed to pick me up.
I walked the two miles back, so as not to appear an idiot, then phoned her.

The remorseful punk is remorseful and has informed me that the pan throwing incident was due to the fact the mad Pole doesn’t want her to move back with him until he’s settled shagged all his exes again.

Scores on the doors:
2 pints Bass.
4 pints Thoroughgoods still cider.
4 large bourbons.
1 large Kobedi Kebab.

And three sausage and egg McMuffins this morning.

Tavern doors creaking as we speak, I have an appointment with a hairy dog.

Will post the one decent picture of my decadent celebrity lifestyle when my sight has fully returned.

Cheers.

Frankly, I’m a bit disappointed in you Rusty, 3/10 for effort.

4 large bourbons.

I get peckish when I’ve been drinking too.

And three sausage and egg McMuffins this morning

Respect! That’s the breakfast of champions

People, hold on.

Easy now; you’ve got to be strong.