Rogues, Villains and Eccentrics
My current toilet book is Brewer's classic encyclopedia of the same name, listing some of the great British nutters down the ages. Let's create a B3TA version based on the dodgy people you've met
( , Thu 27 Sep 2012, 13:43)
My current toilet book is Brewer's classic encyclopedia of the same name, listing some of the great British nutters down the ages. Let's create a B3TA version based on the dodgy people you've met
( , Thu 27 Sep 2012, 13:43)
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According to my mum,
the man at the end of the road, was a paedo. We'd always assumed he was just friendly, what with the way he'd offer us lifts back from the shops, and invite us in for a cup of squash.
I suppose it was a simpler time, when angry, torch-bearing mobs were reserved for Pakistani immigrants.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:47, 3 replies)
the man at the end of the road, was a paedo. We'd always assumed he was just friendly, what with the way he'd offer us lifts back from the shops, and invite us in for a cup of squash.
I suppose it was a simpler time, when angry, torch-bearing mobs were reserved for Pakistani immigrants.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:47, 3 replies)
The weird old man who lived at the end of my road was Oliver Postgate.
Should've mentioned this last week I suppose. He didn't like children at all, the grumpy fucking Ivor the fucking Engine wanker.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:49, closed)
Should've mentioned this last week I suppose. He didn't like children at all, the grumpy fucking Ivor the fucking Engine wanker.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:49, closed)
That's what I thought as old Postie whipped my shorts down and played with my 'clangers'
( , Fri 28 Sep 2012, 13:55, closed)
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