Denzel

Berry

Sounds like a man who knows his quality tipples. A true bon vivant.

Gan on petal, scratch his eyes out.

I'm with Del Amitri on this one.

Pub officially up for sale. I'm considering my options.

Pork (sometimes chicken) fillet, battered to make it thin, coated in breadcrums then fried, and topped with tomato sauce, bechamel and parmesan. Also known as a Valdostano. Very tasty.

You're paying a pittance for a home, and they'll soon be round with plans for new roof, kitchen, bathroom et al. My heart bleeds for you pal.

!*!@# pub full of dorty scratters in closure threat shocker.

Aye, complete !*!@# Brian.

Double carpet

They've been saying that since 19-canteen.

I'd have thought you'd have got married at Glastonbury or some other crusty hellhole.

!*!@#

I'm a passionate person Pete; it's my fiery Mediterranean background.

Aye, that's bound to happen soon Pete!

Stop it now, you're embarassing yourself.

An oxymoron, Shirley?

Get some new material Malcolm. You're better than this cut-and-paste tosh.

What Pete is trying to say is that he prefers to spend his evenings surrounded by the works of Homer, Milton, Jilly Cooper et al, rather than watching TV. The choice of the intelligentsia.

That would explain the !*!@# 'jokes' you keep subjecting us to.

MILF

This reminds me of the North East tourist thingy's strapline... Passionate People, Passionate Places Hats off to Pete.

I don't fear the Station, I pity the Station, with it's binge drinking and loose-limbed malevolence 24/7. Plus, and let's face it, it's kack. Incidentally, boobtubes are never out.

No there isn't, you're making it up.

I'm not scared of them, I'm Ronnie Rockhard me.