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Dar, if someone knocks on my door that time it doesn't get answered. Even when I can be bothered to answer door,no sane person will ever knock it again such is the barrage of nonsense that emits from my mouth.
We used to do it, but not at that time of the night. There was one guy in the street who would go mental, he’s get in his car and chase after the kids.
One of those responses on Twitter was phone the police, that’s just crazy. People need to get a life. Hedge hopping was another occasional pastime, there was a street of houses by the dark woods in Baglan nd they all had hedges, it was the local version of the grand national.
We used to do it, but not at that time of the night. There was one guy in the street who would go mental, he’s get in his car and chase after the kids.
One of those responses on Twitter was phone the police, that’s just crazy. People need to get a life. Hedge hopping was another occasional pastime, there was a street of houses by the dark woods in Baglan nd they all had hedges, it was the local version of the grand national.
Hedge hopping was frenetic as it was fantastic. A great spectacle! Especially when dogs and even rabbits used to chase inebriated youngsters.
We used to do it, but not at that time of the night. There was one guy in the street who would go mental, he’s get in his car and chase after the kids.
One of those responses on Twitter was phone the police, that’s just crazy. People need to get a life. Hedge hopping was another occasional pastime, there was a street of houses by the dark woods in Baglan nd they all had hedges, it was the local version of the grand national.
Hedge hopping. Running down the whole row of houses jumping over the fence/hedge whilst bobby knocking. Get on my level.
We used to do it, but not at that time of the night. There was one guy in the street who would go mental, he’s get in his car and chase after the kids.
One of those responses on Twitter was phone the police, that’s just crazy. People need to get a life. Hedge hopping was another occasional pastime, there was a street of houses by the dark woods in Baglan nd they all had hedges, it was the local version of the grand national.
Hedge hopping. Good god, forgotten all about that. Very funny. We used to call it the donkey derby.
I tend not to answer the front door regardless of the time of day unless I know we’re expecting a parcel or something. The wife lives here and she has a key so no need really. Anyone else who knocks is likely to be either selling windows or religion and I’ve no interest in either.
Anyway I hope Wayne is ok and his family and his Mrs and anyone else who was there or may have been touched by this incident. Is there a support line ? They can ring it and hang up, save them leaving the house.
We used to do it, but not at that time of the night. There was one guy in the street who would go mental, he’s get in his car and chase after the kids.
One of those responses on Twitter was phone the police, that’s just crazy. People need to get a life. Hedge hopping was another occasional pastime, there was a street of houses by the dark woods in Baglan nd they all had hedges, it was the local version of the grand national.
Dar, would the name Daddy Wheeler, or Baby Wheeler mean anything to you?
They used to live in either Mansel or Osterley st.
The old man would chase you for hours on end, he was a right nutjob and would try and hit you with his car, his boy was just a strange f*cker. Saying that, we all had loads of clouts off people over the years for doing it, Twt was another crazy bastard who would hit you with anything when he'd had a few.
I want a mate like Flashberryjacks, who wears a Barnsley jersey with "Swans are my second team" on the back.
I tend not to answer the front door regardless of the time of day unless I know we’re expecting a parcel or something. The wife lives here and she has a key so no need really. Anyone else who knocks is likely to be either selling windows or religion and I’ve no interest in either.
You are missing out on the joy of telling some smiley twà t trying to sell you dodgy tea towels /a direct debit / a regular box of organic veg to fûck off.
“ Hi! How are you today?” “ What the fûck’s it got to do with you?”