grandad wrote:
roythebus wrote:
Took a bloke from New Romney to Sandgate (Folkestone) one evening; he was boasting about how he'd not paid the f'ing 'stani driver on the way out (there's no 'stani drivers in our district that I know of), so I got a bit concerned. nyway, got to his "sister's place" and he done a runner, for a £25 fare.
I phoned the mrs who phoned the number who had called to book the car, and told the guy there that I'd be round for the money in 20 minutes or the police would be called. I got round hi place and knocked at the door; the bloke there willingly paid up, didn't want the police involved...there was distinct waft of burnt carpet coming from the place... maybe "herbal cigarette" smell? No wonder he didn't want plod going round!

Now that story is believable, unlike the one from Skull.
Don't you get fed up making yourself look like a spoiled petulant child to all who know you?

You don't think they look and see a big huffy bairn that only wants to talk about himself and tell everyone how wonderful he is.
Honestly Grandad, you get slapped down for your stupid childish comments and the toys get thrown out of the pram and then you do it all over again. I don’t know where you get your insecurities from but you’ve never gotten over them that is for sure.
I’d love to see you playing with the grown-ups.
