They didn't ask for a card, no. To be fair - apart from the Staropramen on draught, I thought it was a bit w4nky. I was going to do a big **** in my hand & rub it all over the bog walls. I could simply claim I was joining in with the existing scheme. Bears. Bungalows. Kinell fire. Just a quick tip for you: When calling one of the lads who refused to come out at 4:01am (to take the piss) ... please ensure that you select the correct name on your phone. It seems I've left a very confusing song on the answer machine of one of our packaging suppliers. Get in.
Who? The bear or the bungalow? To be fair - you've nailed plenty with nowt upstairs. And some hairy feckers. Probably. I need to grow up.
Bird with the tits It's a pre-requisite that all my taxi ride home friends are not blessed in the brains dept.
I've noticed that he had the same dob before. There's a really good biography of him, can't remember the author, recounting the whole £29,999 transfer saga and all that stuff...