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No beard. No moustache.

I'm 24, male and from Cornwall. That means I bloody loves Pasties, have 14 toes and I'm a magnet for tin.

I once had mutton chops for three weeks.

Here is me playing golf. Without mutton chops.

Here I am looking camp after stealing a girls scarf.

Same shirt on two different occasions. Such a fucking pikey.

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» Vandalism

Just the Oxfam bin that I Eubanked.

More Eubank related vandalism here - www.haroldbishopslovechild.com/2009/01/pointless-attempt-to-fool-redruth.html
(Thu 7th Oct 2010, 15:09, More)

» Abusing freebies

I win
I bought an Aero chocolate bar in my local ESSO petrol station t'other day for 37p. Got home, opened it up, bit into it, and I was shocked. Fucking shocked.

There were no bubbles in it, just solid Nestle chocolate!

I was bloody jumping, untill I realised I had basically been eating a Yorkie. Yorkie's are 40p.

I had unwittingly got free 3 pence worth of Yorkie chocolate, for the price of a 37p Aero.

Take that, Thatcher.

Length eh? 6 inches, brown, and in sections.
(Fri 9th Nov 2007, 15:49, More)

» Sleepwalking

My Dad came into my room one night, a few years back, as he could hear my screaming. I was shouting ''you don't scare me, you grey bastard!'', and kicking the fuck out of my chest of drawers. Broke 2 toes, and a metatarsal (much more stylish than Rooney's injury, right?).
It's lucky my Dad came in when he did, who knows what I would have done to that devious drawer stack.
(Thu 23rd Aug 2007, 0:17, More)

» Festivals

Reading '04.
A really muddy year at Reading after a week or so of rain previous.

I was wandering around at about 2am and watched a guy try and take a shortcut through some mud which had been cordoned off. He started to sink.
After about a minute or so, he was stuck up to his chest. By then a large group had gathered around and we began to chant ''WANKER, WANKER!'' at him. Fire brigade arrived to rescue him but stood around for a minute and chanted at him with us before dragging him out.
(Thu 4th Jun 2009, 14:18, More)

» Tightwads

Thrifty Tramps.
A tramp died last month in the stairwell of a multistorey car park down here, and he was one of the most popular vagrants (with other vagrants) in the city.

This caused a massive vagabond pilgrimage to the stairwell, with about thirty of his hobo bretheren coming to pay tribute.

They spent all week begging and busking in the streets, and going around to local businesses asking for donations for their fallen gentleman of the road. A few of these shops gave generously as they were quite fond of the drifter, so I was wet with anticipation to see what they were gonna purchase as a tribute.

Dandelions and daisies shoved in a collection of Tennants and Special Brew cans.
(Tue 28th Oct 2008, 11:28, More)
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