Denzel

The Top End now has four (count them, four!) ATM's Pete; thankfully the demise of the Raisbeck keeps Station riff-raff away.

The Station is quite rightly fabled for the quality of its takeaways; indeed, a menu arrived from a one near the club that does parmo's, so I may have to give that one a try. Chinchilla's for me though, especially the kebab calzone.

Are you still coming round on Christmas Day? This tequila won't drink itself.

Tough love, it's all these drunkards understand.

I just hope it doesn't go to working class oiks in track and field disciplines; the real funding is needed elsewhere.

I really need to up my game.

Quite right too.

Procative policing, that's what it's all about.

I think you were in the same year as my sis at school - and your sis would've been in the year below me.

I'm being groomed.

Hats off to the grinning Scots/American chutney ferret, he's an all round entertainer.

Only law-breaking scum have anything to fear from these cameras, get them wired up.

I'm the voice of level-headed reason.

I have a picture of me as a nipper at Miner's Picnic Day on the Front Street, surrounded by Great Uncle Bulgaria and all his cronies. Halcyon days.

It's all about the size of your button.

If it keeps granny safe from street punks, I'm all for it.

What a waste.

I'll borst ye!

Let's hope so, we don't need a load of smelly old hippy women wandering the streets. I blame The Levellers.

Second only to 'get stood on' in the list of great old phrases.

Christ on a bike. Get yourself down Greenham Common.

Love has warped your brain.

ID cards, great idea.

You wouldn't smile if it savaged you.

Bastard