Greg was friends with both Throb and Simon Roberts. He wasn't known as a slack-arse only for spending so much time as a bloody student y'know. Hence my delight at finding tightening cream for him.

(giggle)

= flibble, flibble, flibble...

(they're up shit creek already, just don't rub it in eh?)

Which reminds me of a recent story. Emily was trying to go to the toilet...

Emily: "Mummy, my poo's square"
Fiona: "What do you mean, it's square?"
Emily: "It won't come out of my bottom"
Fiona: "You just have to push harder"
Emily: "It's alright for you mummy, I've only got a little bottom!"

:')

Seriously dude... no. NO.

They're right there, back in the 60s.

 

I'm pretty sure people were taught shame in the 60s, except maybe the hippies. And if people weren't guilty of stuff, why did prisons exist in that decade? Or were they planning for the 70s?

I don't understand what's smile-worthy about asking for pics of a 5 year old on the toilet. Pervy, yes; creepy, most definitely; but smile-worthy? Nah.

Actually, the whole psychedelia/paisley thing was pretty shameless too.

I think it still is. I used to have a pair of paisley pyjamas as a kid. I still feel the emotional scars.

Pictures of cute kids doing some cooking is one thing, asking someone for a picture of his 5 year old daughter trying to take a shit is something else entirely.

There's nothing wrong with a bit of paisley, in moderation. I have a very nice paisley shirt from zara, back print on a white shirt, which gets many an appreciative comment whenever i where it.

Shitbag, me too! I feel your pain. :(

That's not what's going through their minds.