I turned 17 in the spring of 1982. That year, my girlfriend's family

Pendulousity C. That's teh characteristic we require. great big pendulous, swinging titties like Nigella's

oh Nigella, sweet Nigella,
My head spins like a propeller
Dreaming of your titties naked and unfurled.
They come in the room before ya
They're the reason I adore ya
They're the finest Bristol Citys in the world

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Originally Posted by Burney

A sunny day, a girl named Paula, Knaresborough, a rowing boat and a flotilla of Morris Men. The soundtrack was The Stone Roses. We dropped acid later.

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Always a splended idea at the time.

And then a shít idea about 45 minutes later.

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Originally Posted by Pokster

pv had great big floppy tits then

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Patrick Vieira?

:hehe: I was 17.
that number keeps coming up and was in Glasgow and went out with this girl for a few days sightseeing we had a stroll about then went to the B&B then went out again after it was new years. it was weird with all these scots people shaking my hands and wishing me a happy new year. my London ways didn't like it.

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Originally Posted by Burney

A sunny day, a girl named Paula, Knaresborough, a rowing boat and a flotilla of Morris Men. The soundtrack was The Stone Roses. We dropped acid later.

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Knaresborough!!!! How dare you deface my lovely town.... 1982 Girl called Carol, sitting in a shed by the river in Knaresborough...sigh

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Originally Posted by Burney

A sunny day, a girl named Paula, Knaresborough, a rowing boat and a flotilla of Morris Men. The soundtrack was The Stone Roses. We dropped acid later.

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All that's missing is a book of poetry stained with the butter drips from crumpets.

Ah, Paula from Knaresborough. I once boned a chick from Yorkshire. I met her in a bar through a mutual acquaintance. I knew she was the girl for me that night because she was wearing a smock with stains down the front, and when I asked if she wanted a drink she replied, "Aye, I'll 'ave a pint o' bitter but first Ah need a slash." :love:

I grew up (or, in reality, failed to) on the Isle of Wight and was also 17 in the Summer of '82. All summers were very similar.

Strange encounters in strange places with strange grockles. All the music was ****e in the 80s.

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Originally Posted by SWv2

Always a splended idea at the time.

And then a shít idea about 45 minutes later.

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I know, the blisters after rowing those boats in Knaresborough was never good

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Originally Posted by Herbette Chapman - aged 15

Pendulousity C. That's teh characteristic we require. great big pendulous, swinging titties like Nigella's

oh Nigella, sweet Nigella,
My head spins like a propeller
Dreaming of your titties naked and unfurled.
They come in the room before ya
They're the reason I adore ya
They're the finest Bristol Citys in the world

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Yes. Except for that Greek bird who had perfect pendulosity but coarse hairs growing from the areolae. They were like strands of wire wool. :-(

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Originally Posted by SWv2

Always a splended idea at the time.

And then a shít idea about 45 minutes later.

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No, it was one of those really good, colour-laden ones. I mean we were obviously still awake and talking shïte at 4am, but we didn't have to be anywhere and we had the place to ourselves.