tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post3688035699428857153..comments2016-08-20T19:14:01.630+01:00Jeremy[email protected]Blogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-20604562288107143222007-04-04T20:12:00.000+01:002007-04-04T20:12:00.000+01:00Lollll...u basically are summarizing the story of the dead end of a crack head...it already shows in the conversation...Jayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06618639466963813761[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-33593096174879382822007-04-03T21:51:00.000+01:002007-04-03T21:51:00.000+01:00Well mate, you've gat yaself a fan here. Can't help but marvel at da way you flawlessly tell your story!<BR/><BR/>way to go!Ugo Danielshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522788797263912304[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-43027083627921359202007-04-03T14:12:00.000+01:002007-04-03T14:12:00.000+01:00Great story mate. Well told.St Antonymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07513842500787261783[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-73370231962024398372007-04-03T00:15:00.000+01:002007-04-03T00:15:00.000+01:00My question is how is it that you, Jeremy, remember everything the geezer said verbatim?<BR/><BR/>Did you have a tape recorder on you, mate?<BR/><BR/>Honestly, I agree with that person, I think five or so posts from this one, who believes you are some <I> sorta</I> spy :)Lolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610738054775626585[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-84084926219258730252007-04-02T22:29:00.000+01:002007-04-02T22:29:00.000+01:00it's too late, the guy has now crossed the Rubicon...Pseudo-Independence?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992276117548193938[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-58124744586939739102007-04-02T22:05:00.000+01:002007-04-02T22:05:00.000+01:00There are some seriously weird people in london!!goondess!!vindication through innocencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336907234590654589[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-47170013797169998672007-04-02T15:11:00.000+01:002007-04-02T15:11:00.000+01:00... reminds me of a bizarre night being chatted up bar a one armed pool player in the Royal Oak on Columbia Road - a mixture of menace and intrigue. Whatever he'd been up to in his life you could tell he'd been 'up to something'. The machismo was interpolated by the 6 ft drag queens working behind the bar and my friend, who was a little worse for wear, running around the pub pretending to be an airplane. <BR/><BR/>It lacked vengeful rebellion of fight back from the bottom and the coup de grace of the crumbling bones.saulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14266101082563701489[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-83371323564519289022007-04-02T15:05:00.000+01:002007-04-02T15:05:00.000+01:00Y-a-w-n.<BR/><BR/>You Brits are so cute when you try to be tough. I'd like to introduce this guy to some Inner City guys I know, see where things end up.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14147714446076460699[email protected]