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30, artist & musician, great arse. Easily tricked into most things by offers of Lidl chocolate.
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30, artist & musician, great arse. Easily tricked into most things by offers of Lidl chocolate.
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 You are down to earth and hard to rattle. You have a good head on your shoulders. You can be a bit stubborn at times, and your determination has only paid off for you. You are straight with people, and you expect them to be straight with you in return. You are very no nonsense. You don't have time for pettiness or drama. |
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» Celebrities part II
Orville's Bitch
My mum & dad had a sweet shop, and back when I was 8 or 9, Keith Harris strolled in. As my parents were doing something elsewhere round the back of the shop, there I was standing all gormless-like on my own-io.
Mr Harris asked if my parents were about, and I looked at him blankly. He asked me if we sold glue, because he needed to stick some of Cuddles the Monkey's fur back on, and I looked at him blankly again. The moment then evolved into a long silence, in which he pretended to read the ingredients on the back of a Double Decker bar, whilst I stared at him blankly.
Eventually, he left, without the glue.
Probably why his career went down the pan.
(Fri 9th Oct 2009, 18:53, More)
Orville's Bitch
My mum & dad had a sweet shop, and back when I was 8 or 9, Keith Harris strolled in. As my parents were doing something elsewhere round the back of the shop, there I was standing all gormless-like on my own-io.
Mr Harris asked if my parents were about, and I looked at him blankly. He asked me if we sold glue, because he needed to stick some of Cuddles the Monkey's fur back on, and I looked at him blankly again. The moment then evolved into a long silence, in which he pretended to read the ingredients on the back of a Double Decker bar, whilst I stared at him blankly.
Eventually, he left, without the glue.
Probably why his career went down the pan.
(Fri 9th Oct 2009, 18:53, More)