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nice.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rollo
There's a horrible farty smell in this office which has emanated from the direction of my boss... but I haven't got the heart to tell him.
So this is where all the server resources go :p
Are you somehow insinuating that our 470-odd page thread is crating chaos and toppling the empire? Hmm... Let's have a REVOLUTION!
What do we want? Cheesy Dippers! When do we want em? When someone opens the claret!
What do we want? Cheesy Dippers! When do we want em? When someone opens the claret!
Lately, it's been the only quality thread around :p : .Quote:
Originally Posted by Mark
I must be hungry. I read this and my first thoughts were "I must buy some Quality Street".Quote:
Originally Posted by schmenke
I wonder who'd win in a fight between the Quality Street guy and the Johnny Walker walking man. I'd really like to see the conversation which would cause such a fight.
"Now look here sir, you have offended my honour"
"Good day sir."
"What? I'm not through with you yet!"
"I said 'Good Day!'"
"I demand satisfaction."
"Shall it be pistols at dawn then?"
"Oh heck no, we're English. It shall be pistols at half past eleven after morning tea and elevenses."
it should be noted that a dawn pistol duel could not happen in england as there is no scientific way to determine an english dawn due to the perpetual mist & fog.
I've been in Central London at 12:30 during lunch and still not been able to see the other side of the street because of fog.
Once I left Great Portland Tube Station, got lost, walked around in the fog for almost twenty minutes, found a cafe, asked where I was, only to find that I was on the other side of the same building on the traffic island that the entrance to the tube station was where I'd left in the first bloody place.
"Pea-soup" is an apt and accurate description.
guess in a fog like that the last word becomes a lost word.....ah puns.