Monkeys Fist

This has an entirely different, but equally unpleasant (or not, depending on which way stir the pot), meaning up here.

For a young chap, navigating the stormy waters of early adolescence, in search of the remotest chance of seeing some fleeting glimpse of late-night tv titties, any film of Wor Ingrid’s was an absolute home-banker. ( that’s banker…). Unless it was Where Eagles Dare… but I’m almost positive I probably tore the neck off it when she showed up in that anyway

Definitely the case for Max Clifford.

Possibly the only film where Ingrid Pitt didn’t unleash the puppies. Terrible shame

That’s older than Noelie.

Bloke walks in to a bakery with a salmon under his arm, ” Do you do fish cakes?” ” No, sorry, we don’t ” says the baker. “ Shame.…” says the bloke, pointing at the Salmon. “It’s his birthday”.

Barking seal mistaken for dog sparks Sunderland 999 call-out http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tyne-45547007 Fucking window lickers.

Just needs some desperate alchy from Leeds to start sending the police some hoax tapes.

CGULZRCUNTZ@gmail.com. There.

Got to sort the wheat from the West Midlands Racist Trolls…

Aye, but they didn’t punch it, Marra. FTH

I first met Mrs.Fist in the Royal Archer, oddly enough because I was waiting for a metro at Jesmond when the station filled up with braying posh kids from RGS. “ Fuck this noise!”, went for a pint, met the Mrs.

If he’s getting cremated, though… 😉

What a strange nickname fur your button mushroom… “Interest”.

CT will be all over this like a 70s Radio One DJ.

The Angel at Corbridge does better than average pub grub- posh-arse burgers and that. Also has some good beers on.

I very nearly shagged a French lass and myself over the edge of a cliff once. We were getting amongst it in one of those little round caravans, which had been set up without the stabilisers being out in place. I stepped out in the morning and the wheels were about 6 inches away from the edge. Totally worth it mind- filthy

Next time you go up Berwick way, go to Eyemouth and book a trip on the rib boat- I took the kids during the school holidays, came out of Eyemouth, across Coldingham bay, past St.Abbs head, then returned. The cliffs up there are stunning.

I’d be fucking livid too.

There wasn’t, by the sound of it.

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