
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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The night I ran down a street in the next village across from us, chasing a couple of youths with an axe. They had petrolbombed my brothers car, so I was a bit irate.
In fact, it was a good job they ran into the policeman that was coming to see what the commotion was.
( , Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:57, Reply)
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