Dr Legg
Many years ago I knew two extremely rough old dykes by the name of Diane and Pauline. Pauline looked like an emaciated 14 year old boy. Diane looked like Taggart. They used to stagger round Walthamstow pissed as farts and get into fights with random strangers. In short, I knew them only vaguely and was thankful for it. There is only one reason while I still think of them with anything approaching fondness (and, truthfully, it's more fascinated horror than fondness...)

They were on a train to Brighton one day when who should enter the carriage but EastEnder's erstwhile GP, Dr Harold Legg (respected thespian Leonard Fenton). He sat down opposite Diane and Pauline, who by this stage were steaming on Tennants Super. Diane retold the story thus: "'Ere," I said to Paul, "It's Dr Legg! Oi, Dr Legg! How you doing, Dr Legg? Alright? Eh? Eh, Dr Legg?" I can only imagine this elderly gentleman's dawning horror as the hour-long train journey in the company of these two pissed up, mouthy lesbians stretched ahead of him. So, apparently, he ignored them. Big mistake. Diane got offended. "Oi! Dr Legg! What, you're too good to speak to us then, eh? Well, Fuck you! Fuck you, Dr Legg!" It continued in this vein until by all accounts the poor man made his exit from the carriage, followed by Diane, screaming the legend that we still repeat to this day: "OI! DOCTOR LEGG! YOU CUUUUUUUUNNNNNTTTTT!!!"

Can't help it. Still cracks me up...
(MrsP, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 23:00, 1 reply)

I just sat here
Re-reading this repeatedly, it is still just as funny.
(lochii, Sat 10 Oct 2009, 14:27, closed)