Theresa

If someone manages to put on a beat ballad alldayer as mooted on another thread, I'd definitely be up for a smooch hour, but only if the top 20 crumpet are there Some friends of mine from the South Carolina beach scene came over to visit a couple of years ago, and they danced (shagged?) together at Bisley. Raised a few eyebrows I can tell you.

The Prices have signed

I think you'll find I'm NOT most women you know Nev

Some I can predict based on folks' characteristics, some people offer up the information willingly. The others I tickle into submission until they cry craven and tell me they're an Aries.

The thing is Spirit, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, and knows you for the honourable soul that you are. You usually attend four soul events EVERY WEEK, two on a Friday and two on a Saturday, both supporting local events and travelling to national ones. You're also the sort of youngster we're supposed to be encouraging onto the scene, according to just about every thread on here. You're a clever guy, not to mention an obsessive Scorpio who won't let it lie. They have so picked on the wrong bloke here. If a promoter had dared to hoik me out of their event because of THEIR mistake, and eject me publicly, in front of a queue of waiting punters, making me look like a complete c**t, then I wouldn't rest until I had their blood. But that's just me obviously. You've written twice, now write again giving them 7 days to cough up and offer you an apology for their mistake, else you take them to court and claim damages, which can be done quickly & inexpensively online. Don't forget to include a note of the hours you've spent on this already, charged at your normal geek rate, and make it clear that the clock continues to tick for every second they delay paying you. And if you should need any help with the process, removing horses heads etc, you know where I am love. T x

Spat my ciabatta out laughing at that one Barry. So glad you're back!

Wigan Casino = In again cows Blackpool Mecca = Mock capable Col... But my favourite: One hundred club = Bold eunuch nerd

Sorry, one more, and I promise I'll get me coat... Pete Smith = I'm The Pest T x (Beats a sixty hate, sorry, I meant hasty exit)

Barrington May = Barmy ignorant

Frankie Valli = Freak Villain Rita Dacosta = As A Dictator Luther Ingram = Malign Hurter Chorleysoul = Lousy Or Lech Modernsoulsucks = Mudsucker On Loss

And it seemed better than the alternative Theresa Price - A Chestier Rape

From a hard talk with you Pete...

Webbydublin - Windy Bubble! Lol

Checkerboard Squares - Bore Squashed Cracker Mel Britt - Trim Belt Jack Montgomery - Jammy Crook Gent Dana Valery - Vandal Year Superlatives - Purest As Evil Luther Vandross - Vast Or Lush Nerd Eloise Laws - Soil Weasel and the alternative Frank Wilson - In Sworn Flak T x (A Erect Perish) Come on Pete60, you're the anagram man

I haven't got a problem with anyone's poison at niters, but ironically the only time my entire night has been utterly ruined by a beer-spilling, woman-bothering, stupid-dancing, in yer face pisshead, that pisshead was YOU Rich Buckley...

If you're at risk of defaulting on your mortgage because of this Johnny, then you need to take action fast. If you have the names and addresses of the people concerned, claim against them in the small claims court online - it's inexpensive, fast & effective, and they've got no grounds to contest it, as they already have their goods. https://www.moneyclaim.gov.uk THEY should be scrabbling around to find the money from somewhere, not you. T x

Hi Dor, just to echo what other folks have said, yes it's very easy to park within a stone's throw, in Newman St, Eastcastle St or Berners St. Not that I would ever advocate throwing stones at Ady Croasdell - he's not as agile as he once was and might not be able to dodge if your aim is good.

I'm always asking for tunes and they always play them. Mind you I do try and request something that I know they've got/fits with the set so far and that I reckon lots of people will dance to. And a quick squeeze of the DJ's arse while they look through their box always seems to focus their mind on finding it funnily enough. Except when it's Joan.

That's not true! I always go to the Christmas one as well! Congrats Ady, no mean feat in today's world. Of course I hold you responsible not only for the misspending of my youth, and for letting me in when I was underage (you old perv), but also for introducing me to some of the best friends a girl could ever have, and the best music I'll ever be privileged to hear. See you later on. T x

I received a cheque today (2nd Sept) from Tracey, it's dated 21st July for some reason, but I'll let you know if it clears OK. Theresa

We're seeing the stage show of Quad down at Brighton on Friday 4th, with dinner beforehand at Momma Cherri's Soulfood Shack (yum) - trains are easy there & back from central London and run all night, might be worth a look. Theatre Royal, New Road, Brighton 0870 060 6650. Otherwise, come & say hello Sat. I'll be the drunken blonde one. Theresa & the South London Massive xx

Slippering Around With You? Rod, now I understand why you got stuck in the 60s! After schooldays like that, you're always going to have a fetish for Spank Wilson, Paul Spanka, Spankie Beverly, and Spanks For A Little Lovin, not to mention Take Away The Cane Stain, There's A Cane In My Heart, and I Watched You Slowly Slipper Away... Anyway, you make me laugh like a drain, and a space has unexpectedly arisen on my snoglist due to someone's er, early withdrawal, so please PM me your number post haste, lol. And Webby & Doog, I love Whitney. If I was a tuppence licker I'd definitely give her one. But that's another thread entirely

Bless him, that's very sad news I'll never forget that night at Trentham - my nan died that morning, I split up with my boyfriend of 15 years in the afternoon, got caught doing 108 on the motorway on the way out, then saw the Dells in the evening and it made everything OK. Many thanks to Neil & Angie for all the trials & tribulations bringing them over. Rest in peace John E xx Theresa