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Cressing Temple 2008
And we're off!!! Front rank (of 3?!) Paul steams in with most delicious ferocity, while Nick holds back to be his ever present wing-man. God, it is like Top Gun, you guys are making me cry. God, when Goose dies...
Game on!!! Nick engaged. Hold on, he has another name now. Bugger. Erm. I daren't open my internet as they lappy will crash..! So, SIR NICK engages! Hurrah!! Anyway, parried and stabbed Ant's thin and feeble tool... (sorry Ant! - Webby). Easy for a man of Nick's fighting stature!! Tim Wilson, 'Arry John, dirty (dirty) Teuton, Euro-World-Galactic Champion MR PETE MAYDON please feel free to attack Nick, even all at once, as he will.... kick.... all... your... arses!!! Yes, yes, shabby lacklustre Sion, you can also have a go (if you can lift that big, big sword of course. Keep trying. Maybe next birthday...?)
Welly, Welly, Welly! What ARE you doing?! You had the same pose in Appledurcumdurumumumdurcumdum. Is this a new technique?! The MIGHTY Nick doesn't seem to be too worried about it, and Paul is doubled up laughing!! And all joking aside, exposing your purse like that is Essex can only lead to thievery and glowing dropped down Escorts.
See, Sir Nick will even have a go at Sir Pete!
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