Ayup. Monkey in the house.
Soz lads, been a bit of an e-mail chicken lately due to the system going for a bag of sherbert for the last week. The e-mail in spain has been mainly insane (how´s that for elakushion Brite-Ling-uist). I think i´ll start a pprune subsite using carrier pigeons and whippets, that´s all i had when i was a lad.
Anyway, i would like to fuel the rumour started by MILFMILFMILF (so good they named him 3 times) that the movement rates at LCY have halved lateley since the departure of a certain Ted Bovis type contoller, and researchers have put this down to what is known as the Banana Rating - whereby the movement rate is directly proportional to the amount of bananas scoffed in a shift. What they haven´t realised though is that this is then squared when the controller wears a cheap polo shirt (ten-bob off Doni market) and drives around in a Ford Brian. Doorchicken wins!
Talking of which, i´m sure you´ll think its rite funny to find out that we´ve clubbed together and got a car, yep, a Brian. Time to find out if he can match the performance of the Escort estate seen in Bournemouths New Forrest. We did originally get a Seat Marbella, but it concked out half way between no-where´s-ville and the barber of Seville so we swapped it for a donkey and rode off into the sunset to the nearest Brian garage.
Where´s the rest of you lot anyway. I think it´s time the rest of our course and the scragg ends at LCY should crawl out of the tiny rocks you are hiddings unders and hurl some banter this way. Only MILF and the Ling-uist has got the respek-in-a-area.
Rite, i´m off to find a Uniroyal to hang from.
Scan your strips lads.
Stop. CARRY ON.
