It has been requested that I cut and paste this
From the thread I started on page 5 where I said I was trying to repress this memory, entitled,

'What about houses that belonged to 'people i know' rather than friends?'

If I need therapy or new knees after posting, I know who I will hold responsible.

So..

Pompey. Ugh. Bad start.

Patch wearing biker boyfriend, prospecting for local patch club. Prospects must do What They Are Told. Prospects girlfriends must Wait To Be Spoken To Before Speaking. (those of you who know me will know this kind of playground rule really doesn't work for me)

Car. Two patch wearing bikers. Police car. Waistcoats with patches hurriedly removed, seatbelts applied. Announcement of shotgun in boot.

Ancrenne decides the only way to deal with this horror is by drinking. A lot. Ancrenne Talks Before Being Talked to. Ancrenne is escorted to a flea ridden, sticky carpeted pit AKA bikers 'home'

Ancrenne continues drinking.

Ancrenne wakes up, feeling a little immobile, to see a shotgun out of the corner of her eye, propped against the sofa, and finds said 18 stone lovely astride her, piercing gun in hand. It would appear Ancrenne had been asking about belly button piercings non stop and Lovely had decided the best thing to do was just, well, pierce.

Ancrenne passes out, sticks to the floor and wakes up to hear a clink as someone tings a glass against her new piercing. Ancrenne then hears someone's PA ting against a glass.

Ancrenne cries....
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:11, closed)

It has been requested that I cut and paste this
Yawn
(Jimmyinnz Hopefully I'll get a blowjob on, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 21:06, closed)

Jimmyinnz.
Dickheads live in New Zealand too - how interesting.
( big-girl's-blouse owns far too much fleece, Sat 19 Jan 2008, 9:05, closed)

Thanks!
I can click now!
( Enzyme is in ur [noun]z, [verb]in' ur [noun]z, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 10:41, closed)

Isn't b3ta a place of contradictions?
Some people so nice, so clever, so erudite and witty.

Some... not....

BTW - I thank ye in anticipation of the click Mister Enzyme. Lovely.
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 10:44, closed)

*click*
...for the instant dismissal of Pompey having any merit whatsoever, nevermind anything else. Dirty skate fish-fucking chav bastards!

PS: I don't like Pompey, can you tell?
(misanthrope is so adjective he's verbing nouns!, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 13:23, closed)

I thank you misanthrope
Pompey is a bit shit. A lot shit. The pubs have doormen with hi vis waistcoats on, clearly to distinguish them from the marauding drunks. In any other town I've been to, it's left to the doormen to do this by, erm, being sober and not having fights...
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 16:25, closed)

I live in Pompey
By choice. And I like it. But, yes, the locals are complete chavscum and a lot of the pubs have bouncers. You just have to find the nice parts. Go to the Florence Arms. Best pub (and landlord) in the world.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 11:19, closed)