WYIOC - 28th October Meet
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by hawkeye
i was trying to get flies out of the intercooler
Edited to add That sound Waaaaay better in my head than out loud!!!
Edited to add That sound Waaaaay better in my head than out loud!!!
Meanwhile, back to..... Work, Work, Work, Work....
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Sticky,
I realise half of them might be from me
but clear your PM inbox. Haven't had a reply from any that I've sent you recently, so you either don't like me or there's a problem.
Anyway, here's what I was trying to tell you.....
Off to work now 
Are we OK for tuesday Andy, big van and all 
(gotta keep reminding you, 'cos you iz fik or summat 
)
I realise half of them might be from me
but clear your PM inbox. Haven't had a reply from any that I've sent you recently, so you either don't like me or there's a problem.Anyway, here's what I was trying to tell you.....
Originally Posted by PM to Sticky and Dazza
Hi Guys,
Don't know whether you're bothered about the finishing touch to your detango'd lights. As you know, the silverfusion company seemed to disappear, but check out the link below. Fulham71 reckons to have some
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=372472
CU soon.
D.
Don't know whether you're bothered about the finishing touch to your detango'd lights. As you know, the silverfusion company seemed to disappear, but check out the link below. Fulham71 reckons to have some
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=372472
CU soon.
D.
Are we OK for tuesday Andy, big van and all (gotta keep reminding you, 'cos you iz fik or summat )
Last edited by corradoboy; Oct 22, 2004 at 04:56 PM. Reason: forgot the link, forgot it on the PM too, dummy
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Right, finally worked me way down to you lot.
(I think we should contact the powers that be at SN and ask for the Northern thread to be put at the very top, 'cos sometimes it can take hours to get down to here.)
First things first.... I p1ssed (again), so HB needs to lay off with the 'kin dictionary, okay? Right...today's proceedings, from the top, for those who don't know. (Those who don't care can 'koff to the next post now
As most of you that know me and my previous motor (black Evo VII) will know, I had a personal plate on it.
Docs for the transfer came from DVLA on 14th of May this year, plates were duly plonked on the car, tax disc inserted and away I went.
Mistake no. 1 (anyone spotted it?) didn't call insurers to tell them of the change of reg.
Whilst doing the plate thingy, I realised that my license was still showing my old address, so got some nice piccies taken, filled in the necessary forms, and sent it off to Swansea for one of those new credit card style ones.
The 14th was a Friday, I remember it well, 'cos when Stickella phoned me to tell me the tax disc had arrived I shot home like a stoopid thing, picked it up, and went back to work to fit the plates.
The following day (Saturday, for those not paying attention) I was, rather unusually for me (Hi, Dave
) working, which I finished at about 1:30 pm ish, and drove home along the usual route. Now, part of this route, about 1.5 miles from home, has a crossroads, where I have to give way. There I am sat at the Give Way junction, giving way, when a dark blue new Vectra (ugh!, swear filter will probably get that one) approaches from the right, and indicates right, therefore turning onto the road down which I am about to go. There was a bit of traffic about, so said V****a (
) has to wait for about 20-30 seconds before it can make the right turn. During this time both the driver and passenger of the car have a bl00dy good gawp at Sticky and his Evo. Now, call me an observant git, but something about the occupants told me they were probably officers of the leuuuur (Sorry, BIG Pink Panther fan ). It could have been the flourescent jacket of the driver, and the passenger's bullet proof vest, with accompanying walkie-talkie-thingie. So, I've established it's a couple of coppers in an unmarked car, they've established that it's probably Saturday, 'cos the donut shop opened late this morning, oh and that black car to our left is one of those Japanese things that's got four wheels and is quite fast.
With me so far? Good.
So, the traffic eventually clears and they turn right, followed by me, and proceed to travel down a straight, clear sighted EMPTY piece of road, in a national speed limit area at..........35mph.
So I overtook the (nice occifers) at BANG ON 60mph. No offence committed!
A mile of 59-60mph later I get to the 30 limit and the flashing 'Oh No You Don't' sign that signals the start of my home village (the sign didn't light up, BTW. It triggers at 35mph, about 100 yards before the 30 sign, I know 'cos I drive it every day, and challenge myself NOT to set it off. Call it discipline if you want) A glance in the mirror reveals that Messers 1 & 2 in the following V****a would like to have a chat with me (at least I think thats what all the flashing things mean)
So I pull over in a safe place, roll down the window, and wait...
For brevity, let's call the driver #1 and his (changed to 'Chum') loving colleague #2 (possibly a little harsh, but that's how I'm feeling right now)
#2 walks over to the window and asks if I would mind stepping out of the vehicle.
Out I get.
Their reason for pulling me over? Excessive speed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this bit could go on for ages, so to cut an already long story short...
#2 is taking my details while #1 is checking the vehicle and my details with the PNC via radio.
Big discussion about why the reg. isn't showing up (could be the fact that it's only been on the car for 24hrs, and DVLA & PNC are slow communicators)
The last thing #1 says to #2 before they hand me a 7 day wonder and bugger off is 'Yes, it checks out as being insured' I remember this particular statement as if it was yesterday.
Got home, and realised that the insurance details showed the wrong reg, so phoned them straight away and got it changed.
Waited for the new insurance docs, and the receipt for the license from DVLA (remember that?) then took the producer along to the local (edited), er, Police Station.
Produced the docs as requested, only to be told that I was being reported for not producing my license! FFS, I don't have it, that's why I've brought this receipt!!! 'No good to us, we need to see your license, failure to produce is an offence...'
Anyway, away I went, with my new receipt from the Police to say that I had taken them my receipt from the DVLA, and promptly forgot about the whole affair.
...until about four weeks ago when a letter plonked onto the hall floor, which turned out to be a summons for...
1) Not having any insurance
2) Driving a motor vehicle without a valid license to do so
3) Failure to produce a valid driving license when required to do so.
Gobsmacked was about the closest word I could find at the time to fit what I was feeling!
(Dunno about you, but I'm really border with this post now, so I'll speed it up a bit...)
Went to see a solicitor, who relieved me of £117.50 for 30 minutes of smoking roll-ups, interspersed with ten minutes of actual talk, and got no further.
Called the (now former) insurance company for a copy of my old policy (which I'd slung when it expired). They sent a letter confirming cover under the old reg. up to 15/05 and the new one from 16/05.
Did a bit of research on the net into the Road Traffic Act sections that were quoted in the summons, and found thet a receipt from the DVLA was perfectly acceptable proof of holding a license.
Appeared in court today, armed with my self-prepared defence, and sh1tting myself thinking I was gonna end up with 9pts and a hefty fine.
Gave the documents to the court usher, who disappeared into the court, only to re-appear 5 minutes later to tell me that the case was being dropped and I was free to go!
Yipp f'kin eee
Sorry it went on for so long, there's loads missed out, but I'm phisically nackered. I've not slept well for the last couple of days.
Night all, and take care.
Sticky
(I think we should contact the powers that be at SN and ask for the Northern thread to be put at the very top, 'cos sometimes it can take hours to get down to here.)
First things first.... I p1ssed (again), so HB needs to lay off with the 'kin dictionary, okay? Right...today's proceedings, from the top, for those who don't know. (Those who don't care can 'koff to the next post now
As most of you that know me and my previous motor (black Evo VII) will know, I had a personal plate on it.
Docs for the transfer came from DVLA on 14th of May this year, plates were duly plonked on the car, tax disc inserted and away I went.
Mistake no. 1 (anyone spotted it?) didn't call insurers to tell them of the change of reg.
Whilst doing the plate thingy, I realised that my license was still showing my old address, so got some nice piccies taken, filled in the necessary forms, and sent it off to Swansea for one of those new credit card style ones.
The 14th was a Friday, I remember it well, 'cos when Stickella phoned me to tell me the tax disc had arrived I shot home like a stoopid thing, picked it up, and went back to work to fit the plates.
The following day (Saturday, for those not paying attention) I was, rather unusually for me (Hi, Dave
) working, which I finished at about 1:30 pm ish, and drove home along the usual route. Now, part of this route, about 1.5 miles from home, has a crossroads, where I have to give way. There I am sat at the Give Way junction, giving way, when a dark blue new Vectra (ugh!, swear filter will probably get that one) approaches from the right, and indicates right, therefore turning onto the road down which I am about to go. There was a bit of traffic about, so said V****a () has to wait for about 20-30 seconds before it can make the right turn. During this time both the driver and passenger of the car have a bl00dy good gawp at Sticky and his Evo. Now, call me an observant git, but something about the occupants told me they were probably officers of the leuuuur (Sorry, BIG Pink Panther fan ). It could have been the flourescent jacket of the driver, and the passenger's bullet proof vest, with accompanying walkie-talkie-thingie. So, I've established it's a couple of coppers in an unmarked car, they've established that it's probably Saturday, 'cos the donut shop opened late this morning, oh and that black car to our left is one of those Japanese things that's got four wheels and is quite fast.With me so far? Good.
So, the traffic eventually clears and they turn right, followed by me, and proceed to travel down a straight, clear sighted EMPTY piece of road, in a national speed limit area at..........35mph.
So I overtook the (nice occifers) at BANG ON 60mph. No offence committed!
A mile of 59-60mph later I get to the 30 limit and the flashing 'Oh No You Don't' sign that signals the start of my home village (the sign didn't light up, BTW. It triggers at 35mph, about 100 yards before the 30 sign, I know 'cos I drive it every day, and challenge myself NOT to set it off. Call it discipline if you want
) A glance in the mirror reveals that Messers 1 & 2 in the following V****a would like to have a chat with me (at least I think thats what all the flashing things mean)So I pull over in a safe place, roll down the window, and wait...
For brevity, let's call the driver #1 and his (changed to 'Chum') loving colleague #2 (possibly a little harsh, but that's how I'm feeling right now)
#2 walks over to the window and asks if I would mind stepping out of the vehicle.
Out I get.
Their reason for pulling me over? Excessive speed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this bit could go on for ages, so to cut an already long story short...
#2 is taking my details while #1 is checking the vehicle and my details with the PNC via radio.
Big discussion about why the reg. isn't showing up (could be the fact that it's only been on the car for 24hrs, and DVLA & PNC are slow communicators)
The last thing #1 says to #2 before they hand me a 7 day wonder and bugger off is 'Yes, it checks out as being insured' I remember this particular statement as if it was yesterday.
Got home, and realised that the insurance details showed the wrong reg, so phoned them straight away and got it changed.
Waited for the new insurance docs, and the receipt for the license from DVLA (remember that?) then took the producer along to the local (edited), er, Police Station.
Produced the docs as requested, only to be told that I was being reported for not producing my license! FFS, I don't have it, that's why I've brought this receipt!!! 'No good to us, we need to see your license, failure to produce is an offence...'
Anyway, away I went, with my new receipt from the Police to say that I had taken them my receipt from the DVLA, and promptly forgot about the whole affair.
...until about four weeks ago when a letter plonked onto the hall floor, which turned out to be a summons for...
1) Not having any insurance
2) Driving a motor vehicle without a valid license to do so
3) Failure to produce a valid driving license when required to do so.
Gobsmacked was about the closest word I could find at the time to fit what I was feeling!
(Dunno about you, but I'm really border with this post now, so I'll speed it up a bit...)
Went to see a solicitor, who relieved me of £117.50 for 30 minutes of smoking roll-ups, interspersed with ten minutes of actual talk, and got no further.
Called the (now former) insurance company for a copy of my old policy (which I'd slung when it expired). They sent a letter confirming cover under the old reg. up to 15/05 and the new one from 16/05.
Did a bit of research on the net into the Road Traffic Act sections that were quoted in the summons, and found thet a receipt from the DVLA was perfectly acceptable proof of holding a license.
Appeared in court today, armed with my self-prepared defence, and sh1tting myself thinking I was gonna end up with 9pts and a hefty fine.
Gave the documents to the court usher, who disappeared into the court, only to re-appear 5 minutes later to tell me that the case was being dropped and I was free to go!
Yipp f'kin eee
Sorry it went on for so long, there's loads missed out, but I'm phisically nackered. I've not slept well for the last couple of days.
Night all, and take care.
Sticky
Last edited by Sticky Stuff; Oct 22, 2004 at 10:46 PM.
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by Sticky Stuff
Right, finally worked me way down to you lot.
(I think we should contact the powers that be at SN and ask for the Northern thread to be put at the very top, 'cos sometimes it can take hours to get down to here.)
First things first.... I p1ssed (again), so HB needs to lay off with the 'kin dictionary, okay? Right...today's proceedings, from the top, for those who don't know. (Those who don't care can 'koff to the next post now
As most of you that know me and my previous motor (black Evo VII) will know, I had a personal plate on it.
Docs for the transfer came from DVLA on 14th of May this year, plates were duly plonked on the car, tax disc inserted and away I went.
Mistake no. 1 (anyone spotted it?) didn't call insurers to tell them of the change of reg.
Whilst doing the plate thingy, I realised that my license was still showing my old address, so got some nice piccies taken, filled in the necessary forms, and sent it off to Swansea for one of those new credit card style ones.
The 14th was a Friday, I remember it well, 'cos when Stickella phoned me to tell me the tax disc had arrived I shot home like a stoopid thing, picked it up, and went back to work to fit the plates.
The following day (Saturday, for those not paying attention) I was, rather unusually for me (Hi, Dave) working, which I finished at about 1:30 pm ish, and drove home along the usual route. Now, part of this route, about 1.5 miles from home, has a crossroads, where I have to give way. There I am sat at the Give Way junction, giving way, when a dark blue new Vectra (ugh!, swear filter will probably get that one) approaches from the right, and indicates right, therefore turning onto the road down which I am about to go. There was a bit of traffic about, so said V****a () has to wait for about 20-30 seconds before it can make the right turn. During this time both the driver and passenger of the car have a bl00dy good gawp at Sticky and his Evo. Now, call me an observant git, but something about the occupants told me they were probably officers of the leuuuur (Sorry, BIG Pink Panther fan ). It could have been the flourescent jacket of the driver, and the passenger's bullet proof vest, with accompanying walkie-talkie-thingie. So, I've established it's a couple of coppers in an unmarked car, they've established that it's probably Saturday, 'cos the donut shop opened late this morning, oh and that black car to our left is one of those Japanese things that's got four wheels and is quite fast.
With me so far? Good.
So, the traffic eventually clears and they turn right, followed by me, and proceed to travel down a straight, clear sighted EMPTY piece of road, in a national speed limit area at..........35mph.
So I overtook the (nice occifers) at BANG ON 60mph. No offence committed!
A mile of 59-60mph later I get to the 30 limit and the flashing 'Oh No You Don't' sign that signals the start of my home village (the sign didn't light up, BTW. It triggers at 35mph, about 100 yards before the 30 sign, I know 'cos I drive it every day, and challenge myself NOT to set it off. Call it discipline if you want) A glance in the mirror reveals that Messers 1 & 2 in the following V****a would like to have a chat with me (at least I think thats what all the flashing things mean)
So I pull over in a safe place, roll down the window, and wait...
For brevity, let's call the driver #1 and his (changed to 'Chum') loving colleague #2 (possibly a little harsh, but that's how I'm feeling right now)
#2 walks over to the window and asks if I would mind stepping out of the vehicle.
Out I get.
Their reason for pulling me over? Excessive speed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this bit could go on for ages, so to cut an already long story short...
#2 is taking my details while #1 is checking the vehicle and my details with the PNC via radio.
Big discussion about why the reg. isn't showing up (could be the fact that it's only been on the car for 24hrs, and DVLA & PNC are slow communicators)
The last thing #1 says to #2 before they hand me a 7 day wonder and bugger off is 'Yes, it checks out as being insured' I remember this particular statement as if it was yesterday.
Got home, and realised that the insurance details showed the wrong reg, so phoned them straight away and got it changed.
Waited for the new insurance docs, and the receipt for the license from DVLA (remember that?) then took the producer along to the local (edited), er, Police Station.
Produced the docs as requested, only to be told that I was being reported for not producing my license! FFS, I don't have it, that's why I've brought this receipt!!! 'No good to us, we need to see your license, failure to produce is an offence...'
Anyway, away I went, with my new receipt from the Police to say that I had taken them my receipt from the DVLA, and promptly forgot about the whole affair.
...until about four weeks ago when a letter plonked onto the hall floor, which turned out to be a summons for...
1) Not having any insurance
2) Driving a motor vehicle without a valid license to do so
3) Failure to produce a valid driving license when required to do so.
Gobsmacked was about the closest word I could find at the time to fit what I was feeling!
(Dunno about you, but I'm really border with this post now, so I'll speed it up a bit...)
Went to see a solicitor, who relieved me of £117.50 for 30 minutes of smoking roll-ups, interspersed with ten minutes of actual talk, and got no further.
Called the (now former) insurance company for a copy of my old policy (which I'd slung when it expired). They sent a letter confirming cover under the old reg. up to 15/05 and the new one from 16/05.
Did a bit of research on the net into the Road Traffic Act sections that were quoted in the summons, and found thet a receipt from the DVLA was perfectly acceptable proof of holding a license.
Appeared in court today, armed with my self-prepared defence, and sh1tting myself thinking I was gonna end up with 9pts and a hefty fine.
Gave the documents to the court usher, who disappeared into the court, only to re-appear 5 minutes later to tell me that the case was being dropped and I was free to go!
Yipp f'kin eee
Sorry it went on for so long, there's loads missed out, but I'm phisically nackered. I've not slept well for the last couple of days.
Night all, and take care.
Sticky
(I think we should contact the powers that be at SN and ask for the Northern thread to be put at the very top, 'cos sometimes it can take hours to get down to here.)
First things first.... I p1ssed (again), so HB needs to lay off with the 'kin dictionary, okay? Right...today's proceedings, from the top, for those who don't know. (Those who don't care can 'koff to the next post now
As most of you that know me and my previous motor (black Evo VII) will know, I had a personal plate on it.
Docs for the transfer came from DVLA on 14th of May this year, plates were duly plonked on the car, tax disc inserted and away I went.
Mistake no. 1 (anyone spotted it?) didn't call insurers to tell them of the change of reg.
Whilst doing the plate thingy, I realised that my license was still showing my old address, so got some nice piccies taken, filled in the necessary forms, and sent it off to Swansea for one of those new credit card style ones.
The 14th was a Friday, I remember it well, 'cos when Stickella phoned me to tell me the tax disc had arrived I shot home like a stoopid thing, picked it up, and went back to work to fit the plates.
The following day (Saturday, for those not paying attention) I was, rather unusually for me (Hi, Dave
) working, which I finished at about 1:30 pm ish, and drove home along the usual route. Now, part of this route, about 1.5 miles from home, has a crossroads, where I have to give way. There I am sat at the Give Way junction, giving way, when a dark blue new Vectra (ugh!, swear filter will probably get that one) approaches from the right, and indicates right, therefore turning onto the road down which I am about to go. There was a bit of traffic about, so said V****a () has to wait for about 20-30 seconds before it can make the right turn. During this time both the driver and passenger of the car have a bl00dy good gawp at Sticky and his Evo. Now, call me an observant git, but something about the occupants told me they were probably officers of the leuuuur (Sorry, BIG Pink Panther fan ). It could have been the flourescent jacket of the driver, and the passenger's bullet proof vest, with accompanying walkie-talkie-thingie. So, I've established it's a couple of coppers in an unmarked car, they've established that it's probably Saturday, 'cos the donut shop opened late this morning, oh and that black car to our left is one of those Japanese things that's got four wheels and is quite fast.With me so far? Good.
So, the traffic eventually clears and they turn right, followed by me, and proceed to travel down a straight, clear sighted EMPTY piece of road, in a national speed limit area at..........35mph.
So I overtook the (nice occifers) at BANG ON 60mph. No offence committed!
A mile of 59-60mph later I get to the 30 limit and the flashing 'Oh No You Don't' sign that signals the start of my home village (the sign didn't light up, BTW. It triggers at 35mph, about 100 yards before the 30 sign, I know 'cos I drive it every day, and challenge myself NOT to set it off. Call it discipline if you want
) A glance in the mirror reveals that Messers 1 & 2 in the following V****a would like to have a chat with me (at least I think thats what all the flashing things mean)So I pull over in a safe place, roll down the window, and wait...
For brevity, let's call the driver #1 and his (changed to 'Chum') loving colleague #2 (possibly a little harsh, but that's how I'm feeling right now)
#2 walks over to the window and asks if I would mind stepping out of the vehicle.
Out I get.
Their reason for pulling me over? Excessive speed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this bit could go on for ages, so to cut an already long story short...
#2 is taking my details while #1 is checking the vehicle and my details with the PNC via radio.
Big discussion about why the reg. isn't showing up (could be the fact that it's only been on the car for 24hrs, and DVLA & PNC are slow communicators)
The last thing #1 says to #2 before they hand me a 7 day wonder and bugger off is 'Yes, it checks out as being insured' I remember this particular statement as if it was yesterday.
Got home, and realised that the insurance details showed the wrong reg, so phoned them straight away and got it changed.
Waited for the new insurance docs, and the receipt for the license from DVLA (remember that?) then took the producer along to the local (edited), er, Police Station.
Produced the docs as requested, only to be told that I was being reported for not producing my license! FFS, I don't have it, that's why I've brought this receipt!!! 'No good to us, we need to see your license, failure to produce is an offence...'
Anyway, away I went, with my new receipt from the Police to say that I had taken them my receipt from the DVLA, and promptly forgot about the whole affair.
...until about four weeks ago when a letter plonked onto the hall floor, which turned out to be a summons for...
1) Not having any insurance
2) Driving a motor vehicle without a valid license to do so
3) Failure to produce a valid driving license when required to do so.
Gobsmacked was about the closest word I could find at the time to fit what I was feeling!
(Dunno about you, but I'm really border with this post now, so I'll speed it up a bit...)
Went to see a solicitor, who relieved me of £117.50 for 30 minutes of smoking roll-ups, interspersed with ten minutes of actual talk, and got no further.
Called the (now former) insurance company for a copy of my old policy (which I'd slung when it expired). They sent a letter confirming cover under the old reg. up to 15/05 and the new one from 16/05.
Did a bit of research on the net into the Road Traffic Act sections that were quoted in the summons, and found thet a receipt from the DVLA was perfectly acceptable proof of holding a license.
Appeared in court today, armed with my self-prepared defence, and sh1tting myself thinking I was gonna end up with 9pts and a hefty fine.
Gave the documents to the court usher, who disappeared into the court, only to re-appear 5 minutes later to tell me that the case was being dropped and I was free to go!
Yipp f'kin eee
Sorry it went on for so long, there's loads missed out, but I'm phisically nackered. I've not slept well for the last couple of days.
Night all, and take care.
Sticky
Like we discussed the other week, you can't 'produce' something you don't possess (like your licence). So. as you say, the DVLA receipt is satisfactory proof...
Cheers, HB.
PS. You're now free to get drunk...
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From: ShyTot graphics Location: Squires Bar Location: Wakecastlefract
5...
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo? face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo? face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
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From: ShyTot graphics Location: Squires Bar Location: Wakecastlefract
Se7en...
Top film.
Would have loved to have seen Gwyneth's head in the box at the end, though.
And there's me thinking there was only Chris Martin got given head by her
Top film.
Would have loved to have seen Gwyneth's head in the box at the end, though.
And there's me thinking there was only Chris Martin got given head by her
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by Sticky Stuff
Bl00dy hell HB, you read all that, and typed a reply in 8 mins!!!!
D'you know how long it took to trype?
D'you know how long it took to trype?
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by Sticky Stuff
Se7en...
Top film.
Would have loved to have seen Gwyneth's head in the box at the end, though.
And there's me thinking there was only Chris Martin got given head by her
Top film.
Would have loved to have seen Gwyneth's head in the box at the end, though.
And there's me thinking there was only Chris Martin got given head by her
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From: ShyTot graphics Location: Squires Bar Location: Wakecastlefract
GET BACK TO WORK
...oh, you are
An answer to what? Look, Dave. I've told you before. I like you, but not in THAT way. Just leave it. Be happy with what you've got. Okay?. Good.
...oh, you are
An answer to what? Look, Dave. I've told you before. I like you, but not in THAT way. Just leave it. Be happy with what you've got. Okay?. Good.
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by Sticky Stuff
No, no, no. They're all named after their chosen profession over there.
I've not met anyone who isn't called Rob.
I've not met anyone who isn't called Rob.
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From: A Yorkshireman living in Lancashire, Recruiting for the War of the Roses part deux!
OMG i'm worried i'm thinking of joining you lunatics at the next meet on the 28th :-) Feeling a little braver now i've done a few little mods.
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From: WYIOC. The Foxglove, Kirkburton, Huddersfield.
Originally Posted by simpsons !
OMG i'm worried i'm thinking of joining you lunatics at the next meet on the 28th :-) Feeling a little braver now i've done a few little mods.