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This is a mere observation. There are usually 200 guests on board here, I wonder why so many never join the forum . Also, when I look at the details, many are just scouring member details and profiles. I wonder why..?...Attempts to get personal details maybe..?...

disembarked at Milwaukee. At the ticket barrier. I actually went down on all fours, and made barking noises while shuffling through the exit. Sunglasses, one lens, velcro Groucho tache, I cut a fine figure as I

3 nil.

God bless you poppy.

frightening police encounter. However, I was in real danger here, as, not only was I a fare dodger, had run away from Mrs Goering, and had been involved in shenanigans with Peewee, but I also had only 25 dollars in my pocket, with an additional 785 dollars Monopoly money. Pulling my fake moustache more firmly on to my face, I pulled my one lens sunspecs firmly on , and recommenced my reading. Fancy anyone wanting to suck breasts on a train when Jeffrey Archer short stories ate available, I mused,when the two aren't comparable. One gets you into trouble, the other is fun and engaging. Engrossed thus, my mind....

Shopping in the cold cold rain Watching women's football ⚽️ Excellent day 😀

Madame la Seducer ( for it was she), emerged from the toilet, quite naked aside from a bath towel slung diagonally across one shoulder. 'My name is Peewee', she said, and I run a business, got my own home and car...sounds good?..It is good, so....' Suddenly Mrs Delilah Trumpton, denizen of Birmingham , Alabama, 76 in years, saw the naked left breathing of Peewee entering my mouth, the succulent strawberry causing havoc with my blood pressure. 'Holy deliverance', cried Delilah, 'I never....My

Tonight. Bowie and Turner. RIP.🤩

less thann pleased, and, muttering about 'playing hard to get', she said 'wait here my man', went down to her carriage, and came back with a highly lavender scented letter, encased in red silk, with gold plated lettering. 'For you, my humbling, probably bloody humiliating, attempt at getting a good , ahem, l... errr , time tonight', and at that she 'disappeared', little realising that, among my array of gifts, lay a marked propensity for knowing when someone is still watching from a vantage point [in her case, peering at me through a chunk in the toilet wall.] I eagerly opened the letter, to find reams of perfumed paper, embossed....

A penalty in each game so far, 5 in toto, of which only Australia and Switzerland scored theirs. New Zealand, Canada, and Spain all missed.

, I managed to avoid Mrs Goering, and I took my seat to Milwaukee, happy about the coincidence of having no money apart from Monopoly cash, and my wife ransacking my account and having my card notwithstanding, I was overjoyed to be here on a train to Milwaukee. I determined to avoid eye contact on this train, since now I was a fugitive, and to this end I rustled through my rucksack , searching for my sunglasses. Wretchedly, these were at the bottom of my bag, no case around them, one lens loose. I pushed them on , added a fake tache to my physiognomy, and settled back to read Jeffrey Archer, Collected Short stories. I was just reading one about the auction of a grandfather clock, when a voice....

Half way through game 4 , and NZ are the only team to get a goal that isn't a penalty. [They missed one.] 😢 Only three goals in total, quite a low amount so far. Glad I didn't get up in the middle of the night to see Nigeria v Canada, nil nil. 😝

Brazil and Australia are high ranking, England 2nd favourites.

I am delighted at the result.🤩

bank balance, as she was holding my card, for reasons that would be contrary to polite society to look into.🤪 So much so that I, in trying to board my train to Milwaukee, was told 'no way, as this ticket is being declined sir. Didn't you know you had no money when you bought the ticket?' The speaker was a small rotund female, spectacles on, aged 57. I said , 'I dunno what you're on about , you see, I paid the man good quality cash, 75 bucks tain to Milwaukee.' 'The tickets were bought with dud money, chhhhhhh..hiutre..over', came the staccato voice from the end of Mrs Goerings radio .'False cash, false notes..do you think we're idiots?', she asked rhetorically, given the situation.

New Zealand get their first ever win at a World Cup.😀

I know poppy. Amazing that news, like opinions, are instantly worldwide now. He was shot dead, the gunman, I gather.

Absolutely brilliant win New Zealand.

New Zealand look amazing in game 1 of the World Cup in Auckland right now.

recite the mantra, '@ll your attributes ranged in ine Trust me now, though wilt be fine. ' I roamed into the local train station, asking the staff for a one way to Wichita. He cast me a look, and began humming Wichita Lineman. I mentioned Chatanooga, he laughed and began singing the choo choo across the public address system. I tried to sing...

whispered, ' what are you doing here..?', and she replied that her business is never easy, 'but today's takes the biscuit ', she said, tidying the broom cupboard whilst.....

, a slim woman in her 40s, long brown hair, sidles up to our mystery author and asks why he didn't tell her he was coming to West Side, Eastern Nova Scotia. She hailed him as Mark, saying , ' oh Mark, we had such good times,me and Terence..but you have always been the one for me....'. Robbie Gallstone, now Mark? The plot thickening like a bowl of old porridge, I introduced myself to the woman as Richard H Turpin, attached to the Foreign office. 'Much obliged', she said, gamely, trying to present an amiable facade. I decided to leave, and crossed the road, where I was downing my 5th pint in The Seafarers Arms, when in comes my wife. 'Spending time in the arms of a seafarer!!', and with that, she swooned, ending...

a feeling in the dark recesses of my mind, that he was somehow linked with a black pearl. My curiosity was aroused by his ludicrous demeanour, pretending to be Robbie Gallbladder, who I know is 71, moustache, jet black dyed hair, and a stoop. Here is a 42 year old bloke, dyed blonde, or blonde wig,( not gonna allow him near enough for me to find out), reckoning to be an author of such excellent fiction that the mighty BBC see fit to serialise it. 'Tell me what is your mission in Nova Scotia?', I asked, pretending to be....

Sorry J K. Schizoid affective disorder is not a diagnosis. It's either schizoid personality disorder or schizoaffective disorder. They are distinctly different, no psychiatrist would let that pass.

'Right, slow down old chap, one can't get one's thoughts in order very swiftly these days..advancing age, don't you know...never been sprightly, but..', he said, trying to think up a reply. Advancing age, he looks only forty, now trying to behave as if he is at least 70, well am having none of that I can tell you. 'Your mame..',I said menacingly, affecting a snarl like a Rottweiler after being stung by a bee. 'OK, Arthur Reading', he said, his shifty eyes...