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I updated the site T&C (you know the one no one reads when they register? :) ) to make them less 'heavy'

Anyway here is a copy for your perusal, edited part in Bold

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Well done. Put in a rather large nutshell. (maybe add "No hissyfits or huffs" . You know who you are!)

Was back in H-town today watching the football. Ended up in Chapelhall, Carfin and Newarthill as well. In the snow and diffusing low winter sun these Scottish hamlets were...magical, almost Brigadoonish.
Then somebody threatened to throw a Buckfast bottle at my car when I drove past the grotto :roll:
The Shire has snow of biblical proportions, Glasgow has nowt but pishy, icy frozen slush.

At work today a youngish chap fell on the ice, set off to help him thinking he was pished. Upon arrival, the perfectly sober, respectable chap simply fell over and could not get up as it was so icy. I being the brick that I am went to his assistance with the obvious result I fell on my bakey. How my young baseball hat, shellsuit attired friends laughed at my predicament, did they help anyone? did they fuck.
He who laughs last, etc. etc. :twisted:

I know, I know. I AM the embodiment of the romantic period.
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