Wilmslow is real!

[OwlHoot]

AtW has met Wilmslow Does AtW know this?

No, I was addressing AtW. Easy to misinterpret though, given the phrasing.

[MaryPoppins]

Wilmslow is real, he crashed my phone when Pogle sent me a picture of him sitting with CM at a Manchester drink up.

I've seen that, too, yup

[AtW]

I've seen that, too, yup

So all the wimmin on here defend Wilmslow like no tomorrow, do you feel sorry for him or something?

[OwlHoot]

I've seen that, too, yup

and me

(come to think of it, I wonder if that was about the time my phone started playing up too )

[MaryPoppins]

So all the wimmin on here defend Wilmslow like no tomorrow, do you feel sorry for him or something?

I don't think anyone's 'defending' W, we're all simply pointing out that he is a 'real' person.

The fact all the wimmin are saying so is because we're always right, and you're a thicko.

[MarillionFan]

I don't think anyone's 'defending' W, we're all simply pointing out that he is a 'real' person.

The fact all the wimmin are saying so is because we're always right, and you're a thicko.

We've not met you. For all we know you could be a bearded dwarf called Barry? Who's going to vouch for you Bazzer?

[Wilmslow]

There I was, minding my own business chilling out with my Kindle on a lovely Chesterfield sofa unwinding after a busy day quality assuring over a proper real ale.

This slug-like swampy person comes over whittering something about wanting to check out how comfy the sofa is, as he has seen one that looks just like it but a lot cheaper at Land of Leather. Said he wanted to see how snuggable it was, so molested me. Maybe the aroma of squirrel juices is more alluring to women than to me, (If so, Zippy, CM, MP, Boudicia, get your coats), but I baulked quite spectacularly. This is a true testament to how cleanable the Kindle is after this nutter cracked one off to check out how wipeable the sofa is.

I am cancelling my impending holidays to check into rehab instead.

[norrahe]

There I was, minding my own business chilling out with my Kindle on a lovely Chesterfield sofa unwinding after a busy day quality assuring over a proper real ale.

This slug-like swampy person comes over whittering something about wanting to check out how comfy the sofa is, as he has seen one that looks just like it but a lot cheaper at Land of Leather. Said he wanted to see how snuggable it was, so molested me. Maybe the aroma of squirrel juices is more alluring to women than to me, (If so, Zippy, CM, MP, Boudicia, get your coats), but I baulked quite spectacularly. This is a true testament to how cleanable the Kindle is after this nutter cracked one off to check out how wipeable the sofa is.

I am cancelling my impending holidays to check into rehab instead.

Phew, missed the cut, I'm safe