the sort meetings I have normally involve a lot of booze.
So the only dunking was when one of the new assistants up from London got a bit carried away, forgot who he was with and started dunking his willy in people's pints, like some sort of ghastly rugby lad cunt.

Alt: nope.

Altalt: Craig was his name. So socially inept, and crushingly insecure coupled with a hint of the sex pest made him one of the most uncomfortable people to be around. He had a temper as well. He was just a big ball of crazy. If he'd been a bit smarter he'd probably have ended up as a murderer.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Wed 24 Apr 2013, 11:45, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

Christ, what a cunt.

( Kroney, Wed 24 Apr 2013, 11:54, Reply)

he runs a pub in Camden now.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Wed 24 Apr 2013, 12:25, Reply)