Elizabeth and Roy in the Archers, eh? Phwooooar, eh? Eh?

Nudge nudge, wink wink, eh?

You have got to be kidding me. Isn’t there a big age gap?

There is nothing that puts one off ones stride in ones pursuit of lingual gymnastic perfection than midges biting you on the arse.

Does Hayloi know?

I thought about this earlier in the week, shuddered slightly and dismissed it as a narrative implausability.

Were drugs involved?

There is nothing that puts one off ones stride in ones pursuit of lingual gymnastic perfection than midges biting you on the arse.

Post of the month?

I’ve always enjoyed it.. the ground gives a firm platform…

mate of mine was so engaged with what he was up to/in, didnt notice his tent flysheet being turned around (only one exit in tent and fly) trapped for ages until pubs shut

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I’ve always enjoyed it.. the ground gives a firm platform…

You’re in luck; they have ground almost everywhere, mols 😉

There is nothing that puts one off ones stride in ones pursuit of lingual gymnastic perfection than midges biting you on the arse.

Oh I don’t know it’s alright so long as it’s just your arse they’re biting.

The same can’t be said for discretion 🙂

Rusty, they’d been hitting the hard stuff at the festival. Spiced cider.

Oh FFS they are not kids

Spiced cider eh?

There’s many things I’d do on cider, but Lizzy isn’t one of them!

Pigface, you’re right, they aren’t kids.
Just ordinary, real adults like the rest of us.

Just ordinary, real adults everyday country folk like the rest of us.

FTFY.

I see you as more of suitable squire to Lizzy than Roy, Flashy.

Me?
I see myself more in the Jazzer role personally, although Mrs Spanner reckons I’m a right Kenton in real life.

Are you sure she said “Kenton”?

😉

Might have been Roy’s dad she was comparing me to:

She did say I was a moaning old Tucker sometimes.

Are you sure she said…..etc.