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Grappa is fucking vile. My first experience of the stuff was about seven years ago in Milan, when I was there to watch a f**tball team we all support play a black and blue clad outfit from that city. One of the lads with us fancied himself as a culture vulture and each ordered us one when we landed. Quickly, it turned into the shot and chaser of choice of the group, even though no-one could stand it. If someone got you one, they had to buy one for themselves, it was like a suicide pact. I remember sitting upstairs in this restaurant and being knocked sick because I could smell it coming up the stairs.

 

I remember even taking a bottle home as a pressie for a mate, proof that it was the rankest drink going. He agreed.

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Somebody should have a close look at Mr Bennett from Take Hart as well. Shifty cunt.

Fuck me you've got a good memory. My brother and I were onto him as kids, one of many on our watchlist of suspicion and home-made allegations.

 

You Tube being what it is I've just watched thirty seconds of him, and he reminded me of something worse than even the most hardened paedophile; there was something feintly Kelvin Mackenzie-ish about him.

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Timothy Claypole, the horror, the horror.

 

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I'm quite confident that the only thing which could have increased the horrifying indignity of Stuart Lubbock's final moments, spent with Barrymore and a binman high-fiving each other while he swallowed pool backwash at both ends, would have been to hear the tinkling of bells approach and a shrill, retard's voice asking if Tiny Timothy could join in.

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we used to call that Shiel Road ice rink - I think it's the same one.   You'd fall over in there at your peril.  They used to sweep up all the severed fingers at the end of the session.  

 

ahh, the Ice Age; the world was just one big ice rink back then. Those were the days, weren't they, stringy?

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