Guest roggert Posted July 10, 2010 Share Posted July 10, 2010 thanks to mick d who reminded me i used to carry a grenade (real but no fuse) and throw it into cars why??? i have no fookin idea except cars would empty realllll y quick at.cleethorpes pier car park , it makes me wonder what other cupid stunt things were done at nighters whilst under the sulphate spell, anyone else got stories to tell???? Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Gilly Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Sacrificed and then burying a chocolate gateau late one sun/mon at and with a then well known DJ and his first wife.seemed a good idea at the time(well off it) oh they were the days. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest topcatnumpty1 Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Sorry,I don.t understand this thread/topic--can anyone enlighten me? Tony C.( The Rev) Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
good angel Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 (edited) l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... Pete S,please don't say what was his name... Webby, 18,hours,You couldnt have done it right then. Kev. Edited July 11, 2010 by good angel Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest topcatnumpty1 Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... Pete S,please don't say what was his name... Phil----you said you wouldn.t tell--your very words were "What goes on whilst night fishing,stays night fishing" T.C p.s--i hear Jinksy,s in love again??? Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours...Pete S,please don't say what was his name... Was the " I " your hand , and that " member " your own ? 18 hours : who do you think you are - Sting ? Malc Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest proudlove Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... Pete S,please don't say what was his name... Don't say what was HIS name? Philip,darling,your secret is safe with me, Love and Kisses, Bob. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Don't say what was HIS name? Philip,darling,your secret is safe with me, Love and Kisses, Bob. Surely not Bob Uppendown ? Malc Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Letter to Mr.Burton............................Why is it everytime l post anything to do with sex you think that l was on my own? Why break the habit of a lifetime ? I could have implied that your partner in your 18 hour " Pash Sesh " was pneumatically inflated Malc Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest proudlove Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... On Gear?............................. So thats seventeen hours fifty nine minutes thirty seconds trying to find it...............................and thirty seconds of action? Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 So thats seventeen hours fifty nine minutes thirty seconds trying to find it...............................and thirty seconds of action? Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
KevH Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... Pete S,please don't say what was his name... Only you could turn this ,(or any other topic),into sex. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Mick Howard Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Terry from Manchester (sadly I don't think he's with us any more) playing cowboys & indians on the coach going up to Scotland (Glenrothes or Allanton - I don't remember which). John Kingan driving me and Chuddy (his car) around Hyde Park about ten times after the 100 Club 'cos he couldn't figure how to get onto the right road out - I took over the driving after the 1st services on the M1! Me; never been so mashed as to do anything so stoopid:shhh: Mick Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest proudlove Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Good aren't l ? Thats what Bob said....................................... Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Tony A Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 Thats what Bob said....................................... Quick off the mark PMSL Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest proudlove Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 You lot are a shower of shite.... l'm off to start another thread in which l won't be so lambasted! Flounces off in a cloud of perfume in his skin tight string vest and leather trousers with no backside in them........................ooooh you're all bitches and I hate you..................... Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Tony A Posted July 11, 2010 Share Posted July 11, 2010 You lot are a shower of shite.... l'm off to start another thread in which l won't be so lambasted! No need to swear now young man, tis all done in jest Talking of showers need one now coz i PMSL Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Tricky Posted July 28, 2010 Share Posted July 28, 2010 I thought everything was ok!until we saw coppers on the footbridge at keele? And I was given the ggun to stash. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Philt Posted July 28, 2010 Share Posted July 28, 2010 thanks to mick d who reminded me i used to carry a grenade (real but no fuse) and throw it into cars why??? i have no fookin idea except cars would empty realllll y quick at.cleethorpes pier car park , it makes me wonder what other cupid stunt things were done at nighters whilst under the sulphate spell, anyone else got stories to tell???? PMSL Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest MickD Posted July 31, 2010 Share Posted July 31, 2010 thanks to mick d who reminded me i used to carry a grenade (real but no fuse) and throw it into cars why??? i have no fookin idea except cars would empty realllll y quick at.cleethorpes pier car park , it makes me wonder what other cupid stunt things were done at nighters whilst under the sulphate spell, anyone else got stories to tell???? The grenade on reflection was absolutely hillarious, albeit at the very time a cold, cold winter evening; 'what the farcking hell is going on here!' To my mind most freaky was the 'twat' in the bogs with those rubber post office pound notes counting finger tips things stuck all over his face, just nodding and saying a gentle hello. Best twist being comfortably ignoring (I'm cool no problem, ride it out) it as what little dextro aromatic piss you had in your bladder fled into your ankles and was staying and with a resigned look in the mirror confirming your very existence prior to getting the fuck out of there. My absolute worse was being confronted aside the pier by a well muscled guy stripped to the waste in the midle of a freezing winter telling me in no uncertain terms that given his martial arts prowess if I moved so much as inch he'd punch me twenty times in the face! This stuff was like Hell Raiser meets Charlie Bronson. I was rescued by my opo JJ who sidled up and tagged me along to the WG leaving the snarling semi naked hulk behind us. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest MickD Posted September 3, 2010 Share Posted September 3, 2010 The grenade on reflection was absolutely hillarious, albeit at the very time a cold, cold winter evening; 'what the farcking hell is going on here!' To my mind most freaky was the 'twat' in the bogs with those rubber post office pound notes counting finger tips things stuck all over his face, just nodding and saying a gentle hello. Best twist being comfortably ignoring (I'm cool no problem, ride it out) it as what little dextro aromatic piss you had in your bladder fled into your ankles and was staying and with a resigned look in the mirror confirming your very existence prior to getting the fuck out of there. My absolute worse was being confronted aside the pier by a well muscled guy stripped to the waste in the midle of a freezing winter telling me in no uncertain terms that given his martial arts prowess if I moved so much as inch he'd punch me twenty times in the face! This stuff was like Hell Raiser meets Charlie Bronson. I was rescued by my opo JJ who sidled up and tagged me along to the WG leaving the snarling semi naked hulk behind us. 'The bollocks conversation' - a semi circle of four or five just nodding at the 'dilated' speaker in hope they'd just shut the fuck up for a chance....to natter same wise.......as the sounds were relentless.....halceyon mornings...my good friend Garry used to find the darkest places to hide in solitude, I'd find him and he'd gently hate me for doing so!! Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest Posted September 5, 2010 Share Posted September 5, 2010 'The bollocks conversation' - a semi circle of four or five just nodding at the 'dilated' speaker in hope they'd just shut the fuck up for a chance....to natter same wise.......as the sounds were relentless.....halceyon mornings...my good friend Garry used to find the darkest places to hide in solitude, I'd find him and he'd gently hate me for doing so!! I trust it was not after doing this Michael , and counting to 100 Malc Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
Guest MickD Posted October 22, 2010 Share Posted October 22, 2010 There was one venue in Nottingham, the actual name evades me, it began with 'P', Palace...remind me. The toilets were superb, carpeted with many mirrors and those rounded chrome 'chairs' on which you could just sit 'off one's trolley' to natter. In our seated nattering a guy suddenly appeared div like dressed bemoning the fact he had three really beautiful birds on the go chasing him around. Nothing was said in response, the eyes alive saying enough, he smiled wide with teribly decayed dustbin like teeth (one in every yard) and he just limped away, dragging a gammy leg behind him saying; I'll leave you to it then lads.......it was all 'silently horrific' at the time and obviously some 30 years on remains significant to date. Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
The Tempest Posted October 23, 2010 Share Posted October 23, 2010 You can always rely on this forum to bare your SOUL !!! , after a Friday Morecambe Anniversary , early 80's , I ended up in London and NOT Edinburgh !!! Easily done , I was tired Luckily the 100 Club saved my soul that saturday night Eventually got home sunday afternoon minus a job ( worked saturdays !! ) and a girlfriend ( very non understanding ) Looking back I was the last year of the YTS - £27.30 a week and I was loaded !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
NEV Posted October 23, 2010 Share Posted October 23, 2010 (edited) l sh*gged a member on here for 18 hours... Pete S,please don't say what was his name... I bet she was totally deflated after 18hrs Phil:lol: Edited October 23, 2010 by NEV Link to comment Social source share More sharing options...
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