My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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(, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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but my English teacher at school in Walsall was rumoured to be the "seventh Python" and - so the story went - was very pissed off with Cleese for ditching him for the more talented Chapman during their university years
(, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 10:38, 1 reply)
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