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No Rosie. I think Steve's justifiably sneering at the inability of todays draft dodging youth being able to enjoy themselves on less than a Guinea. And have change for a wench. They don't make 'em like they used to, eh Steve.

It's not Sue, Woof. It's Morgana.

And here was me worrying about how all those crash dummies were going to sign on.

Not at all Sue, not at all. My local Druid tells me you're all a happenin' bunch, and there's not a charred Christian, white witch or any chickens blood in sight. The Ramblers Association is where all the trouble makers hang out.

Have you been at the aeroplane glue again Woof?

Yes I see, but like you I'm still none the wiser. I take it it's a northern thing?

Sanfairyann = Ce ne fait rien: 'It does not matter'.

His seed was sowed in a bed of ash. Watered by a puddles rush hour fate, fed by a retreating sun. Nurtured by Louisa, cherished by all.

From when my dad was freelancing. Her Majesty's Mafia = Revenue and Customs

Phrases that exist(ed) in your family. And ones that you've adopted in yours. Oh, and could any Celts among us please keep it to a minimum please as I'm sure your clan has many, thanks. A quote = A brace of 6+ tins of lager. "Run round the offy and pick us up a quote son, he'll know it's for me." There's a lad = Sneering term of one-up-manship employed against someone tasked with doing an un-wanted task i.e washing up. Often used under ones breath in the presence of the delegating parent. Failure to get away with uttering this saying resulted in either re-assignment of task, or a firm slap upside the head. Don't test me boy = Indication that dad was about to loose it. Dad, here me out = Opening gambit used to open talks discussing if I could have or do something i.e - "Dad, before you come to a decision, just here me out." "What is it?" "Can I have an airgun?" "Just let me say a few words on that." "What?!" "No." Over to you.

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Dya hear that Steve - pain au raisin, an' all the trimmings!!

I'll hear none of it LB, none of it! My spies tell me (and I do have spies) that you're as sprite 'n' elfine as any rebel alliance princess from a universe far, far away. As I'm sure SteveT imagines. We hope.

At least you know your right from your left now, LB. Otherwise I would've mistaken you for the over-enthusiastic scotch sterilizer over the surly, butch tank commander.

How about a will written in blood. Everyone can see the appeal in that, surely?

A small dog shivers in the climbing shadows, hoping to be noticed by the kindly loner. Only to be mauled back to reality by a cruel winter wind, whose touch is felt by all.

"Mr and Mrs Spank will be paying a short sharp trip to botty land." Have I seen you guys in the back of a magazine somewhere? Or even worse... http://www.cleaningqueens.co.uk/images/kna_photo1.jpg I'm sure he can't wait.

Steve is refering to the illegal immigrant dog whisperer Cesar Milan whose been notoriously criticized by the American Kennel Club for utilising choke collars with a worrying degree of relish on dogs with problematic behaviour. Cesar...

Box his ears, Steve!

So how much do these signatures cost then? Or do you charge by the letter?

I'm sure he'd have a 'right on' attitude.

Neither adverts - or 'helpful suggestions', mourned by the aggrieved - ever interested me. I'm fully aware of organ donation and I don't want any last will and testement to be anxiously drawn up on the back a sick bag on a flight back from Amsterdam after 'one of those weekends'. No, I want it to come from a solicitor with all the appropriate qualifications and an office with a legal smell. I'm interested in a lot of different types of music, but not the type that requires me to believe in fairies and knitted underwear. It was good while it lasted though eh. And you should be a little bit more grateful seeing as you've had free advertising on whats undoubtably the most widely known platform in the local area. Notice how the baregroove fella's not thrown his toys out of the pram.