I cannot help having nethers which resemble a hastily made bacon sandwich.
I cannot help having nethers which resemble a hastily made bacon sandwich.
Cheating a little as it’s the end credits music but this theme music still gives me goosebumps. youtu.be/W4l2XFx98ds?...
HEY! I sent you that photo of me weighing myself on glass scales FOR YOUR EYES ONLY!
YOU LEFT ME HANGING!
At sodding work! Just having a two minute coffee break!
One day I shall treat myself to a sequinned boob tube. Ever since the ‘I Will Survive’ video I’ve wanted one x
Absolute filth, the pair of you!
That’s quite specific criteria for a bank to have.
It was on BBC Four.
I can just about manage a sideways glance over my shoulder.
Not all heroes wear capes.
Keith?
Not that I can see my own back.
Not especially.
He was incredibly handsome, like a young Michael Ball.
Which month?
Which way is the year’s difference?
It was indeed.
1991. I was 18 and had discovered Saturday nights out on the piss. It was year I once spewed my ring in a concrete plant pot outside a nightclub whilst the lad I was besotted with rubbed my back. We never became an item, no idea why #totp
Legs & Co.
I do hope so.
You can all take your hands out of your pants now, lads #totp
Excellent news.
You can open me if you like.
I have trapped Wind. And when Earth and Fire pay the thirteen quid ransom, I’ll let him go #totp
A pane in the glass.
Sums me up.