"I read the name as Ian Bishop," x6The amount of times that posted has finished me.
I'm crying with laughter so much. This needs to be someone's name.Ian Bishop’s biscuity scent
I'm from a middle-class background and went to private school, but one in a part of South London not known for its poshness. I code-switch like mad and it's not even vaguely deliberate, but I roam up and down the scale of accents like Paul Young looking for somewhere to hang his hat,. I think my 'normal' accent - the one I use with my partner (though he's privately educated at a very posh school so tends to drag me upwards), my close friends and my family, is very similar to Jack's.
Someone in the Downing Street Men thread pointed out he looked like Woody from Toy Story and I cannot unsee itGuilty.
1. Turn up 5 mins late
I only watched Neighbours for a few brief months back in the day, but my abiding memory is of Susan slipping over on some spilled milk and suffering full blown amnesia.Absolutely creased at the Ian Bishop comments. I loved Neighbours growing up. Susan and Karl are my adopted parents (in my head).
He can round me up, show me the snake in his boots and poison my water hole any day.Someone in the Downing Street Men thread pointed out he looked like Woody from Toy Story and I cannot unsee it
(He’s a good man, though)
Me too , this whole thread is hilarious. I’ll never be able to look at a Hobnob in the same light.I'm crying with laughter so much. This needs to be someone's name.
He can round me up, show me the snake in his boots and poison my water hole any day.
Me too! I thought it was my eyes cos I haven’t changed from my contacts to my glasses! I started to panicThe amount of times that posted has finished me.
HOOTEDHe can round me up, show me the snake in his boots and poison my water hole any day.
That was such a dramatic storyline! I think she thought she was 16 years old and woke up horrified to be married to a 45 year oldI only watched Neighbours for a few brief months back in the day, but my abiding memory is of Susan slipping over on some spilled milk and suffering full blown amnesia.
Me too.I love that you have a collection of future husbands
Nothing wrong with the name Trevor.