Played football with a Big Brother contestant tonight. Funnily enough when we were waiting to get on the pitch[1], he was randomly talking shite. They're just like the rest of us, you know, except more wanky. [1] At this point, I didn't know who he was. -- TD 1991 VFR400R NC30 (black and red) 2001 ZX-9R (red and black) 1999 M5 (neither black nor red) Missing: SOB, Unreliable Italian exotica, Lardy tourer
I was down the pub with Buster Bloodvessel from Bad Manners the other night. He's just a regular fat bloke.
I had a few drinks with him many years ago. Bad Manners were recording at Rockfield and they went into Monmouth town of an evening. They chose the Queens Head as their "local". As you say, an affable chap without any of the celebrity pretensions.
There must be something in the air. -- TD 1991 VFR400R NC30 (black and red) 2001 ZX-9R (red and black) 1999 M5 (neither black nor red) Missing: SOB, Unreliable Italian exotica, Lardy tourer
Surely you could've died happier still if you'd twatted the pillock? Why wouldn't they be "like the rest of us"? They just (well almost) peopley'know. But now you do. -- Beav VN 750 Zed 1000 OMF# 19