The chapel market locals extending a warm welcome to their fellow clock enders from further afield
Sir C: "Come on berni, let us perambulate thusly. I suspect that boy has rum intentions towards us"
What do you think the canes are for, j? They're for giving plebs the thrashings they so crave
in order to know their place.
The photo doesn't lie, old bean. You're both decantering it
My money's on thon fella on the far right executing a deft dip.
He'll be halfway up the Caly road with the fobs and wallets before the Harrovians have moved an inch.
Altercation! Altercation! Altercation!
So, he is infact, a qualified GP
It is like a line support for real doctors