Sorry, not guilty.
As paulberserker and I both explained to Matt - a britdopefest has only two objectives:
- Get pissed
- Get ConfessorKnight even more pissed
(we really don’t set a good example for the americans do we?)
ooh matron!
Yes, exactly how did you manage to escape the crotch shots?
Were you hiding in the loo with Crusoe?
That would most definitely not be me.
If you think i’m letting her-toothy-ness anywhere near my spangly new place you’ve got another thing coming. Sod’s law is we’d bump into the neighbours:
Sebastian?
I’ll bring my bow and arrows!
Oh, and I’m not a vampire! I’m a KITTY KAT!
thankyouverymuchindeed!
well, i’d say we accomplished our mission. young confessor was looking a bit chinned by the time we left the shipwrights eh?
yeaarrr!!
Its getting increasingly difficult though. I remember when we could get him absolutely sloshed on half a Cider. These days it takes at least half a dozen.
Our little boy is growing up… snif
You’re a loony…
Ahh. I do recall however, that there was some “discussion” shall we say, about my leaving my hair down after this though…
leaving your hair down where? that well where the scary girl in the ring comes out of?
i’d have said having tir round your new gaff would be a bonus to the neighbours gary. in what way, i dont know, but a bonus all the same. :eek:
I guess if they’d lost their Hole Punch then she’d be handy to have around…
As if. He’s not my type at all. Bib is far dreamier anyway.
I suspect I avoided the crotch shots by virtue of the fact that I left shortly before 8pm to make dinner for my lovely wife. I realize that this only gave you six and a half hours to record my groinal region for posterity, but I’m sure you could have tried a little harder. (Come to think of it, weren’t you the one who took a picture of me attacking Angua with a fork?)
Pfeh - amateurs, all of ya. Just you wait until next time – I’ll pit my hat size against anyone this side of Joseph Merrick.
That reminds me to remind confessorknight: cream, Dijon mustard and tarragon. Can’t go wrong (unless you scald the cream, I suppose).
Yes. IMO you happen to look nicer with your hair down.
I live with a lawyer and a high-falutin’ business-woman type person (so high-falutin’ that I have no idea what she actually does, except earn lots).
One time the lawyer joked, as part of a long conversation, that I should invite my vampire friends more often. She was rather confused when I took her seriously, and said yes, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to invite some of them back here, now you come to mention it.
Now that she has seen pictures of Tir and the rest of you she would also like to invite you round sometime. We don’t live far from Garius’ posh new pad either - we could have a HackneyDope!
[sub]As if there isn’t enough dope in Hackney already …[/sub]
Indeed I did, but then someone who couldn’t use my camera managed to record over it. Which is why I only have a couple of piccies from the George.
BOO!
Wasn’t me! Didn’t do it!
Er… I was dead at the time!!
Oh Gyrate, how can you say that? I thought we shared something special.
We’ll always have Borough…
Alright - Points in order:
1)
I am in fact the one with the largest head as bonzer can lerly be seen nearly wearing the hat while I am unable to do more than rest it on my head (I can’t believe I’ve posted that - memories of school resurfacing) .
Originally posted by garius
As paulberserker and I both explained to Matt - a britdopefest has only two objectives:
- Get pissed
- Get ConfessorKnight even more pissed
An objective in which you have so far horribly failed my friend.
Originally posted by Gyrate
That reminds me to remind confessorknight: cream, Dijon mustard and tarragon. Can’t go wrong
This I remember but for the life of me I can’t remember what that sauce is meant to go with.

I am in fact the one with the largest head as bonzer can lerly be seen nearly wearing the hat while I am unable to do more than rest it on my head (I can’t believe I’ve posted that - memories of school resurfacing).
No, no, no. It’s resting on your hair. Of which you’ve got rather more than me, I’ll admit.