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[ 1 2 3 4 5 ] What I do here, I do for love. You must understand this. It is a Wednesday and I have work tomorrow and yet after enjoying some lovely cans of Fosters and a rather tasty bottle of red wine (Boschendal), I crack open the freezer chilled Waitrose's own vodka to complete my mission. This is only the begining and I have eleven pages or pictures to comment upon. Fear me, or love me, I embrace you all to my bosum... Let it begin...!  Sneaking off, the Black Knight pops off down to the pub. Hold it! It isn't that Black Night (this is from Monty Python and the Quest for the Hoyl Grail. Oh for God's sake keep up! If you can't get that one, how the hell are you going to get my Baudelaire references later on?! J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans! Bah, amatures!) from that Monty Python film, it is Simon's armour left out to heat up like a hot plate in the Sun! Wunderbar (I won't comment on the bear with his cock out...)  This is more like it! Sir George looking very, very good (and shiny) beofre the biff up. Maybe some full greaves (Jimmy?) and sabitons and the whole picture is complete! Still, I have seen a few spits and spats of rust on this baby. Maybe he isn't looking after like he used to.... maybe someone should step in and look after it for him... maybe that person should be me...? Just saying. That is all! Not jealous at all! Yeah, looking awesome Si!  I think I am going to cry. What a lovely picture, and not just because of the vast, vast, resevouirsh (oh yeah, spell check doens't work. I am in SO much tribble! And you know what a trouble they are!! (See these subtle references always keep coming! I can't believe you've never seen them before! These galleries are (or were) littered with them! So, I have you now, these aren't the droids I am looking for and it'll make point five past light speed. Soory. Distracted)) of alcohol I have... erm, where was I? Beautiful picture, and you are beautiful people! PS: does Edward have a test-crash tent?  Ha! So to the main event! The MSS left wing (dressed up as... erm. Oh bugger! I forget!! ) line up for fisticuffs (as opposed than for fisting. No, no, that just just ghastly (to quote Cobham Jo. Erm, It wasn't abnout fisting though...). Recently Oxford departed Nick (sniff,sniff, we shall miss him) saying to Sir George, "'ere 'old this me odl son!" then does a runner Python style! By the way, that wasn't "sniff, sniff" because he smelt, or anything. Just saying, trying to express, the emotion of sadness that he is all grown up now and forming his own household! Good man! . However, come to think of it there is a certain cleanliness to the air now...  "See how big my arse is!!!!" says Sir Thomas. "And I'm goig to ram this right up it" says Sir George. Well, they are brothers, what are you going to do!! Nice red feather that. Better than the yellow previous one I think.  Focus turns to the rattle... rattle? Not Simon Rattle of course, I mean battle. Focus turns to the battle. So, page one done. You think I shall do all these Tewkers and Azzer galleries? Ten more pages. It is already 22:18, and I have drunnk too much. Yeah, why the hell not!!! Hahaha! Run you Fool!! (to page 2!)
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