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There was a large quantity of Newcastle involved, and I had my doubts on the situation when he attached a bulldog clip and ran off laughing with the key to the cuffs, and to this day I still don't know what the tin of syrup was for.

 

Rule number 1: Never invite an imp to your stag do!

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To be honest I don't really believe in ridiculous fantasy woodland lifeforms, but both the elves and the wood imps from the old alder stool swear blind that they have seen fairies, and I take their word as gospel.

 

Oh, they're out there. :lol:

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One has to make an entrance, dahling. :lol: To be honest, I can't remember the last time I even went to a night club, let alone flounced into one. :001_rolleyes:

 

I bet you were a Saturday night regular at the Copford Windmill, God! showing my age now, 41 years ago I was introduced to that place at the tender age of 16. I can't remember if the Andromeda (members only) was in Colchester or Bury St Eds, another of my haunts. Flares and swallow tail collared shirts, lovely.

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I bet you were a Saturday night regular at the Copford Windmill, God! showing my age now, 41 years ago I was introduced to that place at the tender age of 16. I can't remember if the Andromeda (members only) was in Colchester or Bury St Eds, another of my haunts. Flares and swallow tail collared shirts, lovely.

 

41 years ago, the only Windmill I knew anything about was on Camberwick Green. :lol: I used to go to the Old Windmill at Hanningfield of a Sunday night in the late 80s when they used to have Rare Groove nights. :thumbup1:

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Your only a whipper snapper then.

 

Ben Rigby the game dealer, still going in Maldon then?

 

Went to college on sheepen road in Colchester, spent most lunch times in the waggon and horses, hole in the wall or a greasy spoon at the bottom of north hill or pile into a car and go to marks tey, sometimes we would get back to class in the afternoon. Yeess I know, nothing to be proud of, lessons, drink, driving.

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