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????

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.

Sorry,I don.t understand this thread/topic--can anyone enlighten me?

Tony C.( The Rev)

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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, 201014 yr by good angel

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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???

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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.

  On 11/07/2010 at 14:23, proudlove said:

Don't say what was HIS name?

Philip,darling,your secret is safe with me,

Love and Kisses,

Bob.

Surely not Bob Uppendown ?

Malc

  On 11/07/2010 at 14:32, webbydublin said:

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

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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?

So thats seventeen hours fifty nine minutes thirty seconds trying to find it...............................and thirty seconds of action?

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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.

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

  On 11/07/2010 at 17:12, webbydublin said:

Good aren't l ?

Thats what Bob said.......................................

  On 11/07/2010 at 17:24, proudlove said:

Thats what Bob said.......................................

Quick off the mark PMSL

  On 11/07/2010 at 17:34, webbydublin said:

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.....................

  On 11/07/2010 at 17:34, webbydublin said:

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

I thought everything was ok!until we saw coppers on the footbridge at keele? And I was given the ggun to stash.

  On 10/07/2010 at 20:35, roggert said:

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

  On 10/07/2010 at 20:35, roggert said:

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.

  On 31/07/2010 at 23:59, MickD said:

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!!

  On 03/09/2010 at 23:37, MickD said:

'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

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.

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 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  On 11/07/2010 at 13:44, webbydublin said:

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, 201014 yr by NEV