If we wanna get all science about it (we know ellie loves evidence innit). Curly hair is the dominant gene so if one parent is curly the offspring will be curly. Do her parents have curly hair, didn't think I ever saw a picture if Neil with curls or her sister.
Oh, those were the days, my little fat chopped friend. We lived in a two up two down cottage, which was heated by a coal fire in one room. Hot water came by way of a big old geyser, eventually being replaced by a more modern version (pictured). In winter we had several army blankets on the beds, so bleeping heavy that once you found a comfortable position, you stayed in it all night, such was the effort to move.Tell us about the 70s Oik. Real life stories are better than history books...
Sorry but most normal men would paste this little tit all over the pavement. What a cock.
As IF anyone would look at his twatting silly shirt and give it anything other than a sideways glance. Wanker
They only look shocked ash, cause as they read it, they realise they are stood next to a twit.
To be honest it sounds much like mine apart from the Brownies. I was born In the 60s and remember everything you mentioned. I do think my kids think I was born in the Victorian era and ask a lot of odd questions. When my daughter passed her test a great Aunt gave her a car with electric windows and air con. She asked me if my first car had air con and electric windows. I explained it had neither, nor did it have 5 speed, power steering, airbags or a radio. To be honest it didn't even have all of the floor on the passenger side.Oh, those were the days, my little fat chopped friend. We lived in a two up two down cottage, which was heated by a coal fire in one room. Hot water came by way of a big old geyser, eventually being replaced by a more modern version (pictured). In winter we had several army blankets on the beds, so bleeping heavy that once you found a comfortable position, you stayed in it all night, such was the effort to move.
We knew all our neighbours, and we called them all ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs’ - we were never allowed to use Christian names.
I walked to school every day. I went to Brownies, guides, youth club, Sunday school, I sang in the choir for many years. (I was thrown out of said choir, but no matter…..)
The shops closed on Tuesday afternoons, Sunday shopping was just not a thing, and shops that opened after about 6pm were almost non existent.
We had one holiday every year, it was in the U.K. We went on a coach.
If my mother ever had a UTI, she’d take out an ad in the Oldham Chronicle…….. ok, I’m lying. I never heard my mother discuss ‘down there’ with anyone, ever.
Power cuts were a thing, making toast with a toasting fork over the fire was a thing, getting a bleeping good hiding for swearing was also a thing (it clearly did me the world of good…..)
So there you are my little chubby pal, there you have little glimpse into my childhood.
. They think I was hard done to, I know I was lucky. I still.love you bright orange Mk2 Escort...Sounds very similar to mine. I remember sometimes having ice on the inside my bedroom window! And we were by no means poverty stricken, we had a nice bungalow in a lovely rural area. It’s just how it was in those days.Oh, those were the days, my little fat chopped friend. We lived in a two up two down cottage, which was heated by a coal fire in one room. Hot water came by way of a big old geyser, eventually being replaced by a more modern version (pictured). In winter we had several army blankets on the beds, so bleeping heavy that once you found a comfortable position, you stayed in it all night, such was the effort to move.
We knew all our neighbours, and we called them all ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs’ - we were never allowed to use Christian names.
I walked to school every day. I went to Brownies, guides, youth club, Sunday school, I sang in the choir for many years. (I was thrown out of said choir, but no matter…..)
The shops closed on Tuesday afternoons, Sunday shopping was just not a thing, and shops that opened after about 6pm were almost non existent.
We had one holiday every year, it was in the U.K. We went on a coach.
If my mother ever had a UTI, she’d take out an ad in the Oldham Chronicle…….. ok, I’m lying. I never heard my mother discuss ‘down there’ with anyone, ever.
Power cuts were a thing, making toast with a toasting fork over the fire was a thing, getting a bleeping good hiding for swearing was also a thing (it clearly did me the world of good…..)
So there you are my little chubby pal, there you have little glimpse into my childhood.
What a bleeping child!
They're not gonna go to the rich areas so they're gonna go to the poor ones. Preying on people who are now likely vulnerable to the economic effects and policy changes going on. bleeping losers.
My disappointment lies in the lack of punctuation, incorrect spelling and general twatocity.
It’s almost as it (the majority of) people with good educations become rich through having good jobs and/or that rich people have better educations and don’t believe crap they read on the internet.
Oh how those ‘poor’ people will hang on their every word……. Tell you what, I’ll give them a few ‘poor’ areas around here….. they’d get twatted in the bleeping mouth, or belted around the back of their heads with a cricket bat.
I once took my son and my nephew to the Tutankhamen exhibition. On seeing that everything he had was made of gold, they asked without a hint of irony ‘if his phone was made of gold’ and when I told them he didn’t have a phone they looked at me like I was mental.To be honest it sounds much like mine apart from the Brownies. I was born In the 60s and remember everything you mentioned. I do think my kids think I was born in the Victorian era and ask a lot of odd questions. When my daughter passed her test a great Aunt gave her a car with electric windows and air con. She asked me if my first car had air con and electric windows. I explained it had neither, nor did it have 5 speed, power steering, airbags or a radio. To be honest it didn't even have all of the floor on the passenger side.
Nah, I don't care that she's worked in the sex industry. That's not why I posted about her. I posted coz she's a liar and using her story to lure people into an expensive pyramid scheme.
