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Creative and cute. Not my words, Carol. The words of an Etsy marketing email.
Design, Illustration, Gardens, Furniture, not AI. Ever. English in New England. Low T Man, High Tea Man.
Let's get tonight's horror show on the road...
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Well, in that case - best of luck with THAT instead.
Perhaps word has got out that there's a new(ish) sheriff in town who don't take no prisoners?
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Doing god's work, HP. Best of luck....
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You’re busy being Roger Cook at 3.30am? Isn’t this normally soup time instead?
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I know we paid peanuts for him. We had another lad from Wimbledon too in that deal. I think. Adam Nowland? (Brain might be playing tricks). Was touted as being a potential big prospect. I think he suffered from injuries and no game time…
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I have zero memory of Taylor. Not even a distant bell ringing. Was he in there as a result of first choice keeper injury? I can’t place him at all, but also can’t think who you had between the sticks before or after…
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Oh hang on, did you get Marlene for about 4 then? 15ish for the pair? I just know I was astonished…
There’s a 5 in there somewhere, right?
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WHAT THE FUCK?
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I think I recall being surprised by both fees. Was it 5m for Nige? I remember thinking you’d overpaid.
He was industrious but so many lungbusting runs with him putting the ball out all by himself. Couldn’t shoot for toffee either.
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Was that the window where you took Reo Coker off our hands, too?
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I have no idea how it was allowed to happen that Marlene fell out of favour at our place. He was an absolute menace. The proto-Antonio.
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Seems entirely redundant to say that I loathed every shithousing inch of that prick, but I’d hate for it to still go unsaid.
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Is that Robbie Savage? It looks like it should be Robbie Savage.
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This is just buying me time until I can think of a serious one…
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Much h'ubliged. I'll have another crack at it in a bit...
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Did you get renewal paperwork through the mail from them, or were you able to log in and see your policy? I’ve been trying for 3 days to register / log in, and it just keeps complaining that it’s too busy…
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More stills from Powerpuff Girls: Dance Pantsed. Great art direction by Kevin Dart.
#wardsmorguefile #moreartlessdoom
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He was a good looking chap in his prime. Rather more crumpled now…
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It was all tits up from there onwards...
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Actually, that's a lie. As soon as I hit send, I sort of remembered the kitchen. That was to the rear. So what the hell was the room off the front door that wasn't allowed any light in it? I thought it might be the kitchen, with cabinets on that wall. But it was definitely at the back.
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I can remember certain stuff about Lyneham. I remember how the back garden looked. But I can't remember the inside of the house AT ALL. Which is a shame, as I'd like to figure out how the hell you build a house and have NO downstairs windows on the front aspect. At all.
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both parents are THE most unreliable narrators.
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We moved about SO much that I have very little handle on my life prior to the early 80s. Whenever I think 'we were definitely living there', I'm wrong. Every time.
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Without a cravat, my newly arrived jowels would have free rein to roam wherever they wished.
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75 or 76, I think. I can't remember when my dad left the RAF. Feels very much like the sort of thing I SHOULD remember.
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They're so lovely. It's a crime they went out of common use.
It'll be the tie next, mark my words 'guv.
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This only applies to a neckerchief. Cravats are still fully on the table as an option.
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As soon as I hit 50, I figured I'd entered my 'character actor' years and bought a load of vintage ones. You look overdressed in the US if you're not wearing pajamas, so I decided I might as well go full-eccentric.
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Weirdly, the veg patch behind me in that picture WAS a bomb crater hole. The Luftwaffe very kindly missed my grandparents house by about 40ft.
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Is that Lulsgate? The general air of despair looks familiar...as does the multi-faith multi-drafts shed.
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I have plenty of enquiries about restoring pieces. Then people hear the cost. It really only make sense if you paid peanuts for a piece, or have a piece that’s worth a fortune. Not many opportunities to whisk stuff away from under noses…