Please, by the Holy Tater, no-one try a Wülferhampton Spudmas Experience themed event.
It'll be worse than that Willy Wonka one in Glasgow.
Please, by the Holy Tater, no-one try a Wülferhampton Spudmas Experience themed event.
It'll be worse than that Willy Wonka one in Glasgow.
A westernised, culturally appropriated blowpipe.
All spuds, except Anya and Pink Fir Apple have the required versatility.
I read a Bulldog Drummond book. The baddies sought to assassinate him using a pygmy with a blowpipe hiding on top of his wardrobe at the Paris Ritz.
A westernised, culturally appropriated blowpipe.
All spuds, except Anya and Pink Fir Apple have the required versatility.
I read a Bulldog Drummond book. The baddies sought to assassinate him using a pygmy with a blowpipe hiding on top of his wardrobe at the Paris Ritz.
"Oh mother! Oh father! Please may I have a chocolate Wülfie for Spudmas!"
"No, we're lower down the pecking order than a serf's louse. Course you can't. Now, carve this dried cow turd into a spinning top for your sister."
"Oh mother! Oh father! Please may I have a chocolate Wülfie for Spudmas!"
"No, we're lower down the pecking order than a serf's louse. Course you can't. Now, carve this dried cow turd into a spinning top for your sister."
Hope you are okay after the jab
Hope you are okay after the jab
I am reading the AI generated transcript.
It has transcribed the Special Advisors acronym of SpAds as "spuds".
Obviously I have infected my laptop with Spudism.
I am reading the AI generated transcript.
It has transcribed the Special Advisors acronym of SpAds as "spuds".
Obviously I have infected my laptop with Spudism.
The pub we went to had it's usual middle-aged rock & pop mix on.
Meeting daughter for coffee tomorrow: coffee shop usually has a New wave/punk ish mix. I may be okay.
The pub we went to had it's usual middle-aged rock & pop mix on.
Meeting daughter for coffee tomorrow: coffee shop usually has a New wave/punk ish mix. I may be okay.
Back at work.
In Manchester tomorrow, which may kill mt Whamageddon hopes.
Back at work.
In Manchester tomorrow, which may kill mt Whamageddon hopes.
Still not sure how to respond.
Still not sure how to respond.
Thanks.
Thanks.
It's impressive, though. I'll give you that.
It's impressive, though. I'll give you that.
LEG!!!
FFS!!!!
LEG!!!
FFS!!!!
I treat it as a very helpful, but slightly drunk idiot who needs stuff explaining slowly.
It's a mirror, really.
I treat it as a very helpful, but slightly drunk idiot who needs stuff explaining slowly.
It's a mirror, really.
My nephew was in the pram. Elderly lady leaned over, he looked up and said, "Bugger, bugger, bugger."
My nephew was in the pram. Elderly lady leaned over, he looked up and said, "Bugger, bugger, bugger."
I'm essentially expecting to be suddenly plunged into some adventure with Miss Marple.
Not happened... yet.
I'm essentially expecting to be suddenly plunged into some adventure with Miss Marple.
Not happened... yet.
I swear it was "editrix" but everyone else rejects this.
In all honesty, if we exclude editorial, it was "Es".
The cat's name.
I swear it was "editrix" but everyone else rejects this.
In all honesty, if we exclude editorial, it was "Es".
The cat's name.
No, we can do this. Chastening 2 day defeat in the 1st test, period of reflection, resolution to bat less cavalierly, bowling attack tight.
2nd test's tight, but England come through. Some twat recites Vitaï Lampada, even that doesn't spoil it.
Hard series, but England win 3-2.
No, we can do this. Chastening 2 day defeat in the 1st test, period of reflection, resolution to bat less cavalierly, bowling attack tight.
2nd test's tight, but England come through. Some twat recites Vitaï Lampada, even that doesn't spoil it.
Hard series, but England win 3-2.
I know it's a cliché, but it's the hope that kills you.
I know it's a cliché, but it's the hope that kills you.