Teatime with Cotty

[Cotty]

Originally the title of this thread was going to be 'Cotty Totty spotting in Nelson'.

But I've been 'ere several months and haven't seen any so that thread wouldn't last very long.

My second choice title was going to be torturing women in prison, but though I'm not adverse to torturing women I've never been to prison, so that was put behind bars.

I then considered calling it 'Cotty, the Architect of Sound', but that looked so naff printed up, and then I considered 'Cotty, Nobody from Nowhere' but as Nelson is nowhere I figure that's self-explanatory anyway, and therefore too obvious.

My last choice, before the present choice, was 'Come to the Cumforth Hotel in Blackpool', but there is a Cumforth Hotel in Blackpool, as my legal adviser has informed me, and I don't live there.

So, having finished my cup of tea, sickly sweet and anaemic (eek spelling?) I return to my record collection for the moment and drown my misery in splish splash by Bobby Darin. Watch out he might have a knife.

Signing off ........The Messenger of Doom & Gloom, & poison ivy.

[michele cryer]

Hehehe...a welcome return Cotty!!! Hope we see you more often on here nowadays!

[Mitch]

Poor ol' deadlegs!!!!! ;D

[michele cryer]

How is Cotty today? Hope he's recovered from his wasted journey yesterday!! Poor chap

[Mitch]

Ha ha, ol' deadlegs got hammered by mystery shopper type today - I'll have to tell you the story when I see you michele ;D Mystery shopper might be surfing the web for suspects.

It all involved some very amateur chopping - that's all I can tell you.

He's a cheeky chappy wot wot - bored shitless in a numb brain job like many round here.

Still, there's always a bit of blanking the customers, and pretending your a fruitcake keeps ya spirits up.

Egg & chips u'll cheer him up, wot you reckon.

tarara Mitch xx ;D

[michele cryer]

Teehee Mitch, sounds intriguing (sp??!) sorry you didn't get a chance to tell us about it tonight!! ;D