There was a time when RawBangers was a scud mag stuffed in a hedge

I had advance notice of it all from a few weeks back. I was swept along into the later bigger event.

*gently

It was utterly dystopian. And concerned the final feelings and sounds heard by a person who wasn't going to go quietly into that good night

The second wave of resignations will finish them off.

Yeah. Keeps you on your toes

Argh. That sounds awful

I remember another one I had years ago where someone with a weird west Midlands accent had called me up and was describing all the family photographs on my phone.

I can still hear that weird voice asking me creepy questions like "Where was this one taken mate? Kids look young there"

Eek!

"St Winifreds school choir with 'farage will sort it out'"

Do they have TMNT?

Yeah. Total shitshow. Highlights how unfair the whole thing is

"And how you 'cant say anything without offending people' any more"

How are ye these days?

Rarely see you around

We don't get bombarded with daily misery calls these days because she speaks to our girls.

My wife jokes(🤔) that it was worth the pain of child birth twice to have someone to share the calls

Oh my god!

Something like this is inevitable when you have to rely on fundraising...but yeah 😐

One of the closest things I've seen to the Snap was the whole Barnard Castle/testing eyesight debacle

Almost 10 years 😳