You know me, I'm all for 24 hour cafe culture, but the number of times I'm woken up in the middle of the night by people shouting and swearing since the licensing laws were changed is definitely on the rise.
The last thing I want to know at four in the morning is that somebody's 'effing mother is effing pregnant again and in effing prison for effing knifing someone'. Really!
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Sorry.. I'll try and be quieter next time.
Few too many shandys last night...
you leave mi effing mom out of this you big showbiz nancy
Obviously they lived in Effingham Street!!
'MR X'
Showbiz nancy? I did have Dale, Graham and Paul round for a couple of sherries the other day, and I do occasionally go for a Fry-up, but nancy's stretching it a bit I think.
come on eastcliff, come out of the closet
fsWell if you insist on living amongst "lesoiks" qu'est tu expect me ol' fruitbat. Can I suggest you purchase a little number on the North Foreland Estate. Or even Weybridge.
Now would you believe it I was in Fanit today, albeit for a short period of time. Yours truly was escorting back His Lordship
to his abode along the coast near Birchington (an excllent view of container ships can be 'ad there)
Ah, Birchington, home of the hoodie and Dr You-Know-Who! Anyway, hope your old Dad doesn't have to put up with any of those oiks. If he did, I'm sure he'd soon see them off, he seems splendidly sprightly for 90, from what I've read on your on your blog.
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