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Only until the Warders cut him down ! Probably didn't get the file he was hoping for at Christmas. Still, one less degenerate in the world can't be a bad thing & he saved the tax payer a few bob.
Almost the worst was what my great aunt Jane bought me every year: Snot rags But I think that the worst was my first elelctric train. It was a Hornby. The Duchess of Atholl. Won't mean much to many of you, but it was even neater than Keats' urn. Trouble is, my dad, and my uncle Fred (the one who gave me my first fag when I was 6, may he rot in hell), set the thing up and played with it all effing day. They were still at it when I was shoved off to bed, probably because I was getting in the way.
Almost the worst was what my great aunt Jane bought me every year: Snot rags But I think that the worst was my first elelctric train. It was a Hornby. The Duchess of Atholl. Won't mean much to many of you, but it was even neater than Keats' urn. Trouble is, my dad, and my uncle Fred (the one who gave me my first fag when I was 6, may he rot in hell), set the thing up and played with it all effing day. They were still at it when I was shoved off to bed, probably because I was getting in the way.
That's nothing new Eric Dads always bought things for their lads so they could play with um