NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Paul Darrow Makes Me BlushA couple of years ago Mr Badcats and I were at Collectormania in Glasgow and Paul Darrow was one of the guys doing autographs. Mr Badcats is considerably younger than I and it was I that had introduced him to the joy that was Blakes 7 (he is yet to forgive me for not warning him about that final episode!). On seeing Mr Darrow he exclaimed that I really should get his autograph, I approached and then froze, I simply could not approach him, not. at. all! You see I was about 16-18 when Blakes 7 was on, had a major Avon fetish and after each episode would retire early to bed that night to harbour dark fantasies about being soundly pounded by Avon whilst frottering myself senseless.
How could I approach this charming man when my memory had chosen to remind me of those hot damp teenage nights.
Exit me stage left whilst tears of hysterical joy poured down Hubby's cheeks.
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he looks fearsomein real life, so trepidation is a must when approaching the Darrow.
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