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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2 
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 13, 2012, 11:29:40 am
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 Peter Wyngarde lived in the next village to me in Kent with the guy who wrestled Ollie Reed in the nude. He wos a well known actor but I've forgotten his name. I think it wos Bates. Anyway, they had moved away by the time we lived there.
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 That is exactly that. Did I ever tell you I lived at Bloore & Keele in Hogtown? Toronto? Yeah, Glenlake Apartments. Just up from High Park. It wos quite pleasant except when the wind blew from the north, carrying the stink from the meat factory. I would expect that fucking dump has gone by now. It wasn't that close but it didn't half chuck up! My first job was at Simpsons Department Store, in Menswear. I wos the star there: "The Guy With The Sideburns", I wos known as. A bit like Grace Brothers in "Are You Being Served" complete with a raving queen who was in Gloves. I wos opposite the bitch, in Shirts. He fancied me but I gave him the cold shoulder. He wos English too but I outshone him in looks and fashon. I had done a spot of modeling, having been to The London Academy of Modeling, Gordon Eden-Wheen, Principal (nice man) and having come straight from FlowerPower Carnaby Street, I wos The Dogs Bollocks in downtown Hogtown. In my bottle green pinstripe suit with highwayman collar, purple Cuban heeled boots, fuschia coloured shirts and wide purple, pink and green silk ties from Macy's, New York, the Colonial natives thought I wos Jason King. Ladies would often almost swoon when I spoke, and when I applied my Barry White but English telephone voice, I boosted shirt sales on mail order. "If you've got it, flaunt it!" Gordon used to say. So I did. They didn't know wot hit them, them Canucks. It wos the same in NewOrleans: "Will you say that again, honey, I just lurve your accent!" I wore a cream/off white suit, Macy tie and Panama hat down there and they thought I was the Man From DelMonte. And at Key West, welllllllllllll! I impressed a close friend of the chairman of the company, flogging her some gear over the phone and when I gave notice that I wos leaving, they offered me management and double my salary. Actually, I did rather enjoy working at Simpsons. LOL This is excellent. Great story again Rog. " Jason King " ( Peter Wyngarde } I think he was a mincer in real life. Dennis Spooner was the creater of it and his stuff was usually good
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a selfish, greedy, dishonest, devious lecherous, sadistic ultra-right-wing Conservative back bencher.
Alan beresford B'Stard M P
Obnoxious as always!
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a selfish, greedy, dishonest, devious lecherous, sadistic ultra-right-wing Conservative back bencher.
Alan beresford B'Stard M P
Obnoxious as always!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: Stormbringer
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On January 13, 2012, 06:22:53 pm
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I bet ol' Roger was quite the clothes-horse, back in his day.
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 13, 2012, 06:38:36 pm
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 When my first wife and I hit Toronto she wos already hired as a school teacher, recruited in England. I got my job in Simpsons and went straight out and bought a Ford Mustang Coupe on the never-never as quite honestly, I didn't have a pot to piss in. My last car in England wos a 1939 Ford Prefect. My Mini Cooper has done it's 90k and wos fucked so I managed to flog it to some dickhead. I bought a Ford Popular, prewar version, to carry us over 'till we went to Canada, and wos just going to leave it out the back for the Pikies, but its king pins were too fucked to keep driving it. So, I bought the Prefect. In fact, that wos a lovely little car. I sold it and passed it on the night before we left for Canada, and posted the keys and log book for the Popular, or Ford8, through my neighbour's letterbox saying "keep it". All he needed to do is get the king-pins sorted and he would have a good little runner. I hope he did that. When I sort out my scanner, then I can illustrate my stories.
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 13, 2012, 06:46:43 pm
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I bet ol' Roger was quite the clothes-horse, back in his day.
 Not dressed like that! Please!!!!!!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 13, 2012, 07:15:06 pm
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Yes, it wos Alan Bates shacked up with Peter Wyngarde, over the road from the Six Bells pub. Jon, Mr Kipling's son, who ran the now defunct pub, told me. I've slept in James Hayter's house with my wife. I wos, and still am, confused with another Bates, but not Master.
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 13, 2012, 08:05:53 pm
Edited by roger2 on January 14, 2012, 05:51:18 am
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James Hayter wos not just Mr Kipling, he wos Mr Pickwick! Watch the movie now it's the weekend. So much of my life has been mixed up in this thread although as an outsider, knowing his son, and sleeping in his old house, now owned by an Indian. The adopted son of whom held a party inviting me, and other friends, including members of 3 Parachute Regiment, bringing a sheep they picked up on the way in an old Mini Traveler. You lot have lived boring lives unless you can produce similar stories. The Movie. Mr Pickwick. enjoy!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 14, 2012, 01:59:44 pm
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I actually watched it through earlier. I quite enjoyed it. James Hayter wos brought up in India. The house was designed in the style of a villa one would find up at Shimla. It had about 6 large bedrooms with en suite facilities. I can't forget the fuckin' sheep trotting and shitting about. My pal's mother had remarried an Indian businessman who had bought the place. A nice house and grounds. After a certain level of posh, one refers to the land surrounding not as garden, but as *grounds*. I learned this early on while living with a male colleague in our cottage on the banks of the Thames at Shepperton. His parents owned "The Mill House" in a picturesque village in Kent, where peasant day trippers from London would set up picnics on the lawn beside the river, in front of the house. On their grounds, for fucks sake, and feed the rare ducks!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: zog.mossad
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On January 14, 2012, 02:58:17 pm
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I see Kiki Shon the Viet Cong and his meth heads are really on your case over there! 
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 14, 2012, 03:10:36 pm
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I see Kiki Shon the Viet Cong and his meth heads are really on your case over there! Wot!!! I realize, they are bored with fuck all else to do. So, it's:- let's have a go at Roger/Pippin again! Fuck them, the silly cunts! A real bunch of twats, eh!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: zog.mossad
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On January 14, 2012, 03:48:10 pm
Edited by zog.mossad on January 14, 2012, 03:51:09 pm
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 14, 2012, 05:05:18 pm
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Click on pic. All that does is make a boring pic a bit larger. 
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: zog.mossad
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On January 14, 2012, 08:35:45 pm
Edited by zog.mossad on January 15, 2012, 06:26:16 pm
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Click on pic. All that does is make a boring pic a bit larger. confused OK, if this picture of you as you are planting nerky is boring... Confused you are indeed...is that the onset of Alzheimer?
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: Stormbringer
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On January 15, 2012, 05:53:16 am
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 Mournblade tells me, this pic was directed at Roger/Pippin. I get it now. As for using my trump cards...what makes you think I haven't used one or two? 
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: Stormbringer
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On January 15, 2012, 06:00:58 am
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I see Kiki Shon the Viet Cong and his meth heads are really on your case over there! Yes, they have nothing better to do. I noticed none of them have bothered to look at details like, what the rape laws in Britain were, at the time of the alleged incident. Applying today's standards to incidents of the past is a mark of libtard/revisionist thinking.
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 15, 2012, 06:55:55 am
Edited by roger2 on January 15, 2012, 06:58:18 am
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Click on pic. All that does is make a boring pic a bit larger. confused OK, if this show you planting nerky is boring... Confused you are indeed...is that the onset of Alzheimer? Going by your incoherent ramblings 'tis YOU who is showing the onset of Alzheimers, Old Sunny-Jim.
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 15, 2012, 01:47:26 pm
Edited by roger2 on January 15, 2012, 01:54:12 pm
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Actually I did display my bollocks while driving through East Lundin in 2010. I was driving up to North Yorkshire with my Tasmanian Son, from my home in SW France. I wos wearing my slippers 'cause I had forgotten to change onto my sandals. Loose cotton undershorts: I like to wear them in the hot summers to keep my dangley bits cool in the summer breeze. Nothing worse than sweaty bollocks, eh girls, wot! The trouble is, when in warm weather ones bollocks descend to catch the air, they can tangle with apertures of ones pants. Wot I had not realized, having the discomfort of tangled nuts while emerging from the Blackwall Tunnel, the seam in the crotch of my shorts had parted and my nuts had sneaked out and were on view to the truck driver on my nearside in the traffic jamb. Me in my leather bucket seat on the left, and him higher up, on the right in his tractor unit, with a great view, mesmerized by the sight of my cluster. I had to apologize to my son while I tucked my tackle back in. Fucking embarrassing, but he sat there virtually pissing himself. Zog, stop posting his pic, cunt!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: roger2
Comments: 4140, member since Thu 10th Feb, 2011
On January 15, 2012, 01:58:31 pm
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That didn't pan out all that well, eh! All part of the learning curve, wot!
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Re: Now, Now, Ree-Chard, What the Fuck you Dicks Are Talking About?
By: zog.mossad
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On January 15, 2012, 06:24:14 pm
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Reeshard, if you been wearing these thin kotexes,
your fucking wet cunt would not make such an embarrassing camel toe!!!
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