It’s not half a dayHow awful for you, that half a day once every year.
Why?Hit the pavement. lose a few pounds.
Why?
Fit for what?It's healthful. Physical fitness is desirable, tubby.
Fit for what?
He has a wife to pass them to him!I dunno. Ask Soho. Maybe he won't be out of breath when he reaches for smokes.
Compete?Sport where the fittest athletes compete with charity runners. A brilliant spectacle
They all start by 10.30 and head West after 3 miles so they've all gone by mid-day.It’s not half a day
He has a wife to pass them to him!
I've haven't smoked a single fag for 30 years. Gave up in 1994.I dunno. Ask Soho. Maybe he won't be out of breath when he reaches for smokes.
My thoughts and prayers are with you at this difficult time. It must be tough for you.Load of bollux, Crutchless.
They go East from Greenwich Park down to Woolwich. Thats 3 miles. Then turn round and go West back up to Cutty Sark. Thats another 3 miles.
Then its up to Tower Bridge.
The twats hobbling around with a faacking spin dryer strapped to their backs won't have left my manor for hours.
One year some pratt crawling along on his belly dressed as a faacking caterpillar hadn't even exited Greenwich Park by 6.00pm.
Some of the twats are still hobbling around Trafalgar Road in Greenwich on the following faacking Tuesday!!!!
All the timeReading your mis-informed clap trap can be tough at times
Did that belly crawling faaacking caterpillar get anywhere near your allotment,George? He could have caused havoc amongst your legumes!Load of bollux, Crutchless.
They go East from Greenwich Park down to Woolwich. Thats 3 miles. Then turn round and go West back up to Cutty Sark. Thats another 3 miles.
Then its up to Tower Bridge.
The twats hobbling around with a faacking spin dryer strapped to their backs won't have left my manor for hours.
One year some pratt crawling along on his belly dressed as a faacking caterpillar hadn't even exited Greenwich Park by 6.00pm.
Some of the twats are still hobbling around Trafalgar Road in Greenwich on the following faacking Tuesday!!!!
I remember your appearance in the Marathon like it was yesterday. After you’d finally finished,I went round to Soho’s with one of those ‘Kevin The Caterpillar’ cakes M and S produced in your honour.A good mate and I ran the London Marathon together to celebrate our 50th birthdays. It was a fantastic, life-affirming day that'll I'll never forget. If I'd have known at the time I'd have been pissing off Soho so much I'd have enjoyed it that much more!
Mrs Soho hated the Vale of Belvoir.
Not the Vale Of Belvoir's fault.
It was just the isolation and the remoteness.