There is much in what you say Eric but I prefer plop for the finality of its ending. It's almost a punctuation in its own right. Pinter probably did a plop in his plays but a ploppy?
My Aunty Vi said she used to get all her crabs from Henry Blogg of Cromer. Funny enough, the rancid old cow never cooked any for us kids. And I know for a fact that Henry didn't have a boat.
There's only one thing the BBC does better than excellent programmes and that's congratulating itself on how brill they are. This time around Living Planet gave over a full 10 minutes of each episode to explaining was just about how good it is.
Imagine going into a cake shop at the airport and asking for a florentine, only to be immediately locked in a cage for the next 6 months. What larks Tim!
I've got theory you are in a maximum security prison Fender. You're allowed 1 hour in the exercise yard and the goons look the other way when a drone brings you a smart phone. A few concise quality comments on here, putting the world to rights, then back to your cell until the next day.
it's a fuckin a con Tatty. The pigs are all on the moon, so technically the cunts can say they've sold you one. All you have to do is go and pick it up.
Who are these dicks that pay money to Moonpig? Christ, anyone can knock up an image with an ever so witty caption on it. Email to your loved ones, (or if you're Frank, to people you know) for free.
I'm a great believer in justice and not behaving like the enemy, no matter how lawless and savage they are. However, this is badly fucked up. For the record, those kittens wouldn't have had any life at all.