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Fugging Ted Glenn, he's a right pikey bastard, bet he's given some old dear some flannel about doing her a favour at £100 to take it off her hands. Oh, and can I just state that the 'new' postman pat "Special Delivery Service" is a load of COCK. Since when did the royal mail start delivering your ebay junk by helicopter?? Fuck off. I wanna see Pat pottering about in his pez van casually ruining your parcels as he dawdles round the lanes.

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I was stuck in Warsaw a few years back, in a huge storm and forced to stay in the hotel, Postman Pat was on prime time telly, amazing, then an old film about a manager in the Polski Fiat factory with relatives in Londyn who sent Marks and Spenser stuff to him. It was one of the most bizarre weekends of my life, got pissed then engaged then got a lift to back to the hotel in an Austin FX4.....

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I was stuck in Warsaw a few years back, in a huge storm and forced to stay in the hotel, Postman Pat was on prime time telly, amazing, then an old film about a manager in the Polski Fiat factory with relatives in Londyn who sent Marks and Spenser stuff to him. It was one of the most bizarre weekends of my life, got pissed then engaged then got a lift to back to the hotel in an Austin FX4.....

Well we've all done it haven't we?

"Postman Pat, Postman Pat, Postman Pat and his Cat-Piss tat"

:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:
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I was stuck in Warsaw a few years back, in a huge storm and forced to stay in the hotel, Postman Pat was on prime time telly, amazing, then an old film about a manager in the Polski Fiat factory with relatives in Londyn who sent Marks and Spenser stuff to him. It was one of the most bizarre weekends of my life, got pissed then engaged then got a lift to back to the hotel in an Austin FX4.....

Well we've all done it haven't we?
Yup. I had a rather surreal morning in Belgium a few years ago. Woke in in a hotel room with the phone ringing - which was weird as I hadn't told anyone I'd be there. So I answered it, and it was the husband of the girl I was there with... I didn't know she was married, ffs.. and he knew my name. He was actually quite polite about it, and then said "I'll be there in 15 minutes". When the girl returned from the bathroom she said "Oh, ok. Er. I'll be going then" and fucked off sharpish.So I ended up in a Belgian hotel room watching Jack Dee on BBC World wondering if some bloke was about to explode into the room with a shotgun. Luckily he didn't.
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