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Post by Bogatan on Apr 24, 2016 20:07:12 GMT
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Post by Bogatan on Apr 24, 2016 20:08:43 GMT
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Post by inflatabledalek on Apr 24, 2016 20:22:51 GMT
My own pics, sadly as he was the quiz master and not a prize winner I didn't really get one of Blueshift despite the work he put in, and Adam White showed up after the phone had gone away. Damn, just realised I didn't get Phil either. Can I borrow your group shot for my own album as well Mr Bogatan? [Disclaimer, as there's a bunch of people I was meeting for the first time, I may have gotten some names wrong. Bring in the corrections if so] www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10153813581364219.1073741857.611524218&type=1&l=8aaf4c630a |
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Post by Bogatan on Apr 24, 2016 20:26:18 GMT
Go for it.
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 24, 2016 20:33:31 GMT
Mind if I borrow some of those?
-Ralph
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Post by inflatabledalek on Apr 24, 2016 20:38:05 GMT
Of course you (and everyone else) may.
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Post by Philip Ayres on Apr 24, 2016 21:18:40 GMT
My own pics, sadly as he was the quiz master and not a prize winner I didn't really get one of Blueshift despite the work he put in, and Adam White showed up after the phone had gone away. Damn, just realised I didn't get Phil either. I'm in the big group shot and the bus shot. You did better than me: I had two cameras in my back and didn't get either out! |
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Post by Fortmax2020 on Apr 24, 2016 21:31:53 GMT
You are Reflector!!
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Post by Philip Ayres on Apr 25, 2016 8:41:31 GMT
So Andu,
How are we feeling today Chum?
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Post by Andy Turnbull on Apr 25, 2016 8:46:08 GMT
Friday.
Kicked off with a nine o'clock train from Dunfermline to Edinburgh. Got in and awaited Burns arrival, snagged an All Day Breakfast Sandwich and some Cherry Coke from Boots for the way down. Burns arrived and we got out train. Quiet coach and it was a nice pleasant relaxing journey. Felt a slight bit of stomach discomfort but thought nowt of it. Met Graham at the station, and we checked into the hotel. A normal twin room much to Phil's dissapointment. We headed to Iguanas for the mandatory Strawberry Daiquiris. I only had two, and upset the barman on my trip up to the bar when I only asked for one, as he explained it was 2 for 1. I explained I only needed 1, as we were only going to be there at short time (and it was 4 o clock) this dialogue happened all through him preparing the daiquiri with variations in phrasing and word selection. Another stomach twinge so decided that a civilised night was needed) We headed off to meet Andy K who was braving two megabuses to make it to Brum. He arrived looking suprisingly cheery for a man who has been on a megabus. NIck caught up with us soon after.
We escorted Andy to his backpackers hostel to check in (Nick, Burns and I had used the place for AA2008 iirc), it was not in a nice are. Andy checked in and was eerily absent for a good ten minutes. We were afraid for him. Nick went in to see if he could find him. We thought he would be lost to us as well. He returned, but without Andy. Thankfully he returned a few minutes later with tales of a most stringent checking in procedure/prostate exam.
Thoughts turned to food and we headed up to the centre, a buffet was mooted just to avoid waiting too long. In the hands of Nick, who as he lives in Brum was our designated Native Guide how could we fail?
I still don't have a satisfactory answer to that,but fail we bloody well did and ended up at a rather nice chinese restaurant near the hotel which we've visited before.
Food was ordered, and life was good, I even ate some seaweed and enjoyed it. A couple of beers to go along with the meal so nothing daft. We retired to the Wetherspoons nearby for one last drink before Andy trekked back to the Hostel.
In the room, just as I got in I unleashed the most foul smelling emmissions much to the dismay of Ralph. A quick visit to The Office and some horrific evacuations later and it was time to sleep, ready for the next day.
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Post by garrybodsworth on Apr 25, 2016 8:58:04 GMT
The real reason this event existed was for Andy to make sure we all turn up for TFNation. It involved many many many shots and dayglo pink waterfalls in Andy and Ralph's room.
We ensured TMUK consumed all the available Marvel UK Transformers. Mark is a winner getting the intact Ultra Magnus badge on issue 99. Andy got the special teams poster and the pretenders tattoo transfer.
I'm not entirely sure why I didn't have a hangover, the lack of it was more troubling.
BIG always proves to be informally great, I can't believe it was 4 years between events(!)
Things to remember:
* Great American accents for stories.
* Andy's complete evacuation.
* 113 shots.
* Rusty Lee.
* The exciting new Rock Lords designs.
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Post by Andy Turnbull on Apr 25, 2016 9:04:18 GMT
Saturday.
Up at a nice early time for breakfast, and Garry Bodsworth arrived at the hotel. Up to the train station to meet Matt Marshall, Mark, Martin and Stuart and Andy K again.
All present and correct we walked to the event, it was a nice day and we walked past the infamous Ibis Budget...thankfully no poor soul was staying there.
Made it to the venue ten minutes before our tickets were valid, other Stuart joined us.
First circuit of the lower floor began and we all drifted off with our own missions and the Micromaster forfeit in mind. Picked up the only Adam Warlock related comics I haven't yet read - the Rune stuff for a stupid amount of money. Not an issue as the next dealer had several bargains and picked up a large swathe of sets and a trade. It looked like Marvel UK TF comics would be light on the ground, but I found a box with 10 issue packs for a fiver. Snagged 3 and the Marvel UK MOTU movie adaptation (which I ended up for free), continued the sweep and picked up some Zarjaz and Dogbreath issues which were needed. Pointed out the Marvel UK haul to folks. By this time Phil had arrived and we wandered upstairs to the second hall and did the same - picked up a few bits but not much. We then assembled for lunch, and the talk of the Marvel UK Transformers raised it's head and as some of the issues we bought came with their free gifts (and were in excellent condition), myself,Garry and Andy K went back down to clear them out. I'm not saying we raced down or anything, well not all the time. Snagged the 1991 ABC Warriors Black Hole trade as well from the same place.
We loitered about a bit more before heading back to town. Things were lobbed into the hotel room and back to the Pub.
Nothing much to be of concern, a few pints - saw Phil back to his train, came back and had a bite to eat and continued the drinking pausing only for Matt's Rock Lords quiz and the barrage of filth and creativity it unleashed. Then Graham bought a round of shots to celebrate 20 years of Beast Wars. We continued the drinking, folks started to drift away for trains back home, and the shots came out again. The same number but for less people so more for me! Then it happened again, and again. My memory gets a bit hazy at this point. But I know the switch went off in the head that says Drunk Andy needs his bed. So I left. The next proper memory I have is trying to clear up bright pink pools of vomit, while still vomiting.
Thanks to Burns quick thinking and reflexes only a few copies of The Last Light, my jeans and a t-shirt were beyond saving.
In the morning I was delicate to say the least. A bold attempt was made to clean up said jeans enough so I could leave the room and once a shop opened replace them. Breakfast was a struggle, but I made it. The bright pink faded stains on the jeans did not look too horrific, but there was much coverage. We saw Graham off to his train then Garry, Ralph and I went and wandered and I got proper trousers again. We checked out of the hotel, when asked if everything was alright by the hotel staff member I felt shame. We cleaned the room as best we can, but...
Wandered about a bit, Garry headed home and we saw Nick for a spell as he needed to grab some Toy-Fu stock from us. Train stage 1, looked like we might miss our connection at York but it was all good in the end. My condition on the train was variable to say the least. I knew I needed to visit the toilet, but no train toilet was built for what was to be unleashed. So I gritted my teeth and soldiered bravely on until Waverley.
One horrific visit to the loo and I was back in action, much more lively and very hungry. Burger King was consumed on the train back home. A cup of peppermint tea and then to bed.
I've left gaps in the story, as I feel Ralph will describe the horrors of late Saturday night better than I can.
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 25, 2016 11:59:41 GMT
Oh I will.
I will.
-Ralph
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Post by Andy Turnbull on Apr 25, 2016 12:28:08 GMT
The comic haul.
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Post by primenova on Apr 25, 2016 16:05:43 GMT
I wonder if that was the stall from the comic mart that was selling the issue cheap. I need to get down to another comic mart in Birmingham.
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Post by inflatabledalek on Apr 25, 2016 16:11:53 GMT
Pleased my stock stories with highly accurate accents went down well. Though as I have quite a dull life and very few stories anyone going to TFNation may hear them again.
Amongst the many highlights of the pub conversations my favourite was probably my back and forth banter with Adam White as I was leaving as he (jokingly) accused me of being a book sales whore. Sadly my killer response that meant I left the room filled with laughter was something that falls under What Happens In Brum Stays In Brum rules as it wouldn't be fair on the nice person I made the last quip about.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 20:06:23 GMT
A huge thank you to everyone who came along! It was a great, and memorable, weekend. I hope we can do it again soon!
In the meantime, I'll see you at TFNation if you're going.
-- Graham
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Post by garrybodsworth on Apr 26, 2016 7:41:35 GMT
Oh, we forgot to mention the Furry Convention we seemed to wander past and also Peaky Blinders Fan Club Gathering.
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Post by Andy Turnbull on Apr 26, 2016 10:47:11 GMT
Oh yes, that was a bit odd.
Andy
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Post by inflatabledalek on Apr 26, 2016 20:11:06 GMT
I'm not saying that the people who left early were pulling big fox masks out of their bags as they walked out though.
I do like how Weatherspoon's idea of a China Town pub is to do a normal Weatherspoon's but with a vaugely oriental name.
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 27, 2016 17:21:07 GMT
As further proof that Andu and I have swapped places, at one point he came over to where I was sitting and began to energetically shake my shoulders in a disturbing fashion. I asked him what he was doing. "I'M DOCTOR DOOM!" he gurned in a strangely high-pitched voice before wondering off.
-Ralph
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Post by Mark_Stevenson on Apr 28, 2016 11:20:18 GMT
Hey all - just wanted to de-lurk and say what a great time I had at the weekend. It was fantastic to catch up with some old mates and to meet some new people too. I was feeling very much out of the TMUK loop, but within ten minutes it was just like it always was (the application of alcohol certainly helped).
I'm now resolved to make an effort to be a bit more present around here. Maybe I'll find the time to make a creative contribution as well! It has been a long, long time...
Cheers
Mark
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Post by Philip Ayres on Apr 24, 2018 9:21:24 GMT
Facebook alerts me that it is the second anniversary of Pink Energon Day.
I must locate the annotated version!
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Post by Philip Ayres on Apr 24, 2018 9:23:26 GMT
tmukhub.proboards.com/post/239616/threadFriday. Kicked off with a nine o'clock train from Dunfermline to Edinburgh. Got in and awaited Burns arrival, snagged an All Day Breakfast Sandwich and some Cherry Coke from Boots for the way down. Burns arrived and we got out train. Quiet coach and it was a nice pleasant relaxing journey. Felt a slight bit of stomach discomfort but thought nowt of it. Met Graham at the station, and we checked into the hotel.  A normal twin room much to Phil's dissapointment. We headed to Iguanas for the mandatory Strawberry Daiquiris. I only had two, and upset the barman on my trip up to the bar when I only asked for one, as he explained it was 2 for 1. I explained I only needed 1, as we were only going to be there at short time (and it was 4 o clock) this dialogue happened all through him preparing the daiquiri with variations in phrasing and word selection. Another stomach twinge so decided that a civilised night was needed) We headed off to meet Andy K who was braving two megabuses to make it to Brum. He arrived looking suprisingly cheery for a man who has been on a megabus. NIck caught up with us soon after. We escorted Andy to his backpackers hostel to check in (Nick, Burns and I had used the place for AA2008 iirc), it was not in a nice are. Andy checked in and was eerily absent for a good ten minutes. We were afraid for him. Nick went in to see if he could find him. We thought he would be lost to us as well. He returned, but without Andy. Thankfully he returned a few minutes later with tales of a most stringent checking in procedure/prostate exam. Thoughts turned to food and we headed up to the centre, a buffet was mooted just to avoid waiting too long. In the hands of Nick, who as he lives in Brum was our designated Native Guide how could we fail? I still don't have a satisfactory answer to that,but fail we bloody well did and ended up at a rather nice chinese restaurant near the hotel which we've visited before. Food was ordered, and life was good, I even ate some seaweed and enjoyed it.   A couple of beers to go along with the meal so nothing daft. We retired to the Wetherspoons nearby for one last drink before Andy trekked back to the Hostel. In the room, just as I got in I unleashed the most foul smelling emmissions much to the dismay of Ralph. A quick visit to The Office and some horrific evacuations later and it was time to sleep, ready for the next day. Andu has fallen foul of a dodgy sandwich. -Ralph It has been reported that hotel breakfast eggs have been eaten by more than one of the party. Results still to come in. Saturday. Up at a nice early time for breakfast, and Garry Bodsworth arrived at the hotel. Up to the train station to meet Matt Marshall, Mark, Martin and Stuart and Andy K again. All present and correct we walked to the event, it was a nice day and we walked past the infamous Ibis Budget...thankfully no poor soul was staying there. Made it to the venue ten minutes before our tickets were valid, other Stuart joined us. First circuit of the lower floor began and we all drifted off with our own missions and the Micromaster forfeit in mind. Picked up the only Adam Warlock related comics I haven't yet read - the Rune stuff for a stupid amount of money. Not an issue as the next dealer had several bargains and picked up a large swathe of sets and a trade. It looked like Marvel UK TF comics would be light on the ground, but I found a box with 10 issue packs for a fiver. Snagged 3 and the Marvel UK MOTU movie adaptation (which I ended up for free), continued the sweep and picked up some Zarjaz and Dogbreath issues which were needed. Pointed out the Marvel UK haul to folks. By this time Phil had arrived and we wandered upstairs to the second hall and did the same - picked up a few bits but not much. We then assembled for lunch, and the talk of the Marvel UK Transformers raised it's head and as some of the issues we bought came with their free gifts (and were in excellent condition), myself,Garry and Andy K went back down to clear them out. I'm not saying we raced down or anything, well not all the time. Snagged the 1991 ABC Warriors Black Hole trade as well from the same place. We loitered about a bit more before heading back to town. Things were lobbed into the hotel room and back to the Pub. Nothing much to be of concern, a few pints - saw Phil back to his train, came back and had a bite to eat and continued the drinking pausing only for Matt's Rock Lords quiz and the barrage of filth and creativity it unleashed. Then Graham bought a round of shots to celebrate 20 years of Beast Wars. We continued the drinking, folks started to drift away for trains back home, and the shots came out again. The same number but for less people so more for me! Then it happened again, and again. My memory gets a bit hazy at this point. But I know the switch went off in the head that says Drunk Andy needs his bed. So I left. The next proper memory I have is trying to clear up bright pink pools of vomit, while still vomiting. Andu is the new chunder monkey. I moved his Marvel UK TF issues away from him suspecting he would be poorly. Then he made a mad dash across the hotel room to where I moved them to be ill. Only my amazing reflexes pulled them to safety in time. I am a hero. -Ralph It feels wrong that I was the Responsible Adult and Andu was the Chunder Monster. The world is upside down. -Ralph That room was the colour of energon! Rivers of it! What fun that was to try and clean up. -Ralph Thanks to Burns quick thinking and reflexes only a few copies of The Last Light, my jeans and a t-shirt were beyond saving. In the morning I was delicate to say the least. A bold attempt was made to clean up said jeans enough so I could leave the room and once a shop opened replace them.  Breakfast was a struggle, but I made it. The bright pink faded stains on the jeans did not look too horrific, but there was much coverage. We saw Graham off to his train then Garry, Ralph and I went and wandered and I got proper trousers again. We checked out of the hotel, when asked if everything was alright by the hotel staff member I felt shame. We cleaned the room as best we can, but... Wandered about a bit, Garry headed home and we saw Nick for a spell as he needed to grab some Toy-Fu stock from us. The last to leave is Team Scotland. On train 1. Andu begs for his bed. -Ralph Train stage 1, looked like we might miss our connection at York but it was all good in the end. My condition on the train was variable to say the least. Andy fades in and out of conciousness. He does not look well. -Ralph Andu is shaking his head and saying he will never drink again. -Ralph I knew I needed to visit the toilet, but no train toilet was built for what was to be unleashed. So I gritted my teeth and soldiered bravely on until Waverley. Desperate race against time! Will we make it to Waverley station in time before Andu must worship the Porcelin Throne before he explodes? He grows redder by the moment! -Ralph He's hobbling towards the station loo! -Ralph One horrific visit to the loo and I was back in action, much more lively and very hungry. Burger King was consumed on the train back home. Foolish! As Andu kills his digestive system Burns is almost home with chicken pakora while feeling fine. The tables have turned! -Ralph A cup of peppermint tea and then to bed. I've left gaps in the story, as I feel Ralph will describe the horrors of late Saturday night better than I can. A certain Chunder Monster tells me he is now off the booze. Let's see how long he lasts. -Ralph It is now time to reveal What Happened To Andu. So there we all were in the pub having a fun time on the Saturday. Mid-afternoon, I was part-way through my second pint when sinus related pain which had been bothering me for three weeks previously had one last excruciating stab right through my head. Thus, I gave myself some painkillers and put an end to drinking booze for the day. I even had to abandon the rest of that pint due to taking the tablets. This would turn out to be fortuitus...but for whom? Andu powered on through his evening, at one point being so jolly that he decided he was Doctor Doom (which was unusual). Many rounds of shots were taken while I looked on with my lemonade. I foolishly pointed out that the team were close to reaching #113 shots between them. This became a challenge, with many excitable chats about James Roberts and his fine #113 facts of fun. Within moments of shot #113, Andu began to sway slowly in his seat. He looked pale. The eyes began to droop. Whereas moments before he had been shouting many thrilling lines from the Transformers TV story 'The Rebirth' for all the pub to enjoy (and perhaps some passing travellers 13 miles away and slightly to the East), he was now silent. He rose unsteadily to his feet, his centre of gravity apparently in dire peril, and declared he was off to the hotel room to sleep. He had not made it to midnight. I felt he was able to make it back to the hotel as it was just around the corner. Surely nothing bad could happen? The remaining TMUK-ers enjoyed convivial conversation until naturally breaking up for the night. I returned to The Hotel Room. Andu was asleep on his bed, like a baby but bigger. The television was on. He appeared peaceful. Sometimes his eyes would flutter open so I made him a nice cup of tea. As I am a good chum, I stayed up for about half an hour in case of booze related illness from him, channel hopping through nothing of much interest. It looked safe to turn in for the night. Beside his bed was his new pile of Marvel Transformers UK comics retrieved from a comics mart scant hours previously. I thought that if there was chunder he would spew upon them from where they were in relation to his head, so I moved them far away from him to the table along the wall for their own safety. I turned off the light and got in to my bed. Within scant seconds of lying down, Andu suddenly arose in the darkness like Lazarus and began a fast chicken-walk across the room while making strange noodling noises. Instead of heading for the loo, he was making a direct bead for the Marvel UK TF comics! Concerned for my good friend's welfare, I dashed up like a puma and shoved the comics out of the way mere micro-seconds before an enormous river of pink goo erupted from Andu, accompanied by the howl of an exploding volcano. The pink goo poured over the side of the table like a dashing greyhound, requiring quick thinking to move the comics yet again. "YEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" yelled Andu. Then, suddenly, he turned to his right and fired a quick volley of pink goo from his maw at the pile of exciting Transformers toys lying there. It was a bit like when Godzilla uses his fire breath but crap. With the speed of a penguin sensing fish, I dived to my right and pushed him back, diverting the eruption just in time! My nimble reflexes scattered the toys out of the way while he went back to trying to cover the comics again with the contents of whatever was left in his deluded system. I wiped pink goo from the packet containing his two highly rare Botcon Ratchet kits. Only later would we realise that in doing this, one of the Ratchet heads must have been been lost instantly in the pink slime. Oh the humanity! I urged Andu to repair to the bathroom. He heeded my warning, yelled: "YEEEEEEEEAAAARRRRRRRGH UUGGGGGGGGGGGGH" and promptly exploded within the little room. It looked just like The Red Weed in 'The War of the World' but slightly camper. While he clung on to the toilet like it was the last pint in a pub and yet somehow managing to be sick everywhere near and round the bowl without hitting it much, I started to mop up the dingy detritus of despair in the main room. My mood did, admittedly, darken slightly. Surely, however, it was all over now? But Andu had not yet fired his final volley. "RRRAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" he stated, not unboldy. His strange fascination with returning to the table returned with a vengeance as (impossibly) more pink lava erupted from his venerable Vesuvius. Dashing with the panache of a goat who has sensed butter, I once more swept toys and comics out of his way, pausing only to wipe pink stuff from my spectacles case and to kick my trainers out the way just in time. But it was not over yet. Escape to danger! Yes, Andu was once more back in the loo. Some men paint the town red past the hours of midnight when out for a fun evening. Some other men paint toilets pink instead...and not even an outdoor one in an interesting area of town at that! "HUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!", exclaimed the Scots stereotype. But he was not Ben Hur. At last, the shuffling terror was over. Feebly, like a blind man playing Frogger in the real world, he shuffled over to the many rivulets and channels of undigested terror that covered what was supposed to be our temporary abode. Mistaking small thin pieces of toilet paper for vast swathes of cloths and detergents with which to clean this affair, he looked like a broken man. The kind of man who goes to the shop for a Cornetto but finds there are none in stock. Like a giant amongst the pygmies of goodness, I assisted the exciting clean-up operation. After a few moments, some dim awareness seemed to reach Anduland. Somewhere inside his damaged mind, the vaguest hint of a sunset appeared over a foggy moor. "At least...I didn't get my trousers," he opined like a rubbish version of Hamlet. With great solemnity, I pointed to the floor where the aforementioned trousers would never run free in the wild ever again. Like a geriatric songbird, they would never sing again. No, Monsignor, no. Those trousers won't hunt. The weakest, most forlorn, most despairing sound that was ever heard by the creature known as Man came from the lips of Andu along with a very, very quiet: "Fuck." It was over. -Ralph And from a year later, Andu's commemorative gift!  
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 24, 2018 9:32:30 GMT
Two years of Pink Energon!
-Ralph
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Post by Bogatan on Apr 24, 2018 11:52:08 GMT
Bravo!
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Post by Benn on Apr 24, 2018 15:22:12 GMT
We shall remember.
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 24, 2018 16:33:04 GMT
I'll certainly never bloody forget.
-Ralph
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Post by Fortmax2020 on Apr 24, 2018 17:20:58 GMT
I know I shouldn't but I'm always laughing by the end of that story. I suspect it is more Ralph's turn of phrase than Andy's horror.
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Post by blueshift on Apr 24, 2018 17:22:17 GMT
I know I shouldn't but I'm always laughing by the end of that story. I suspect it is more Ralph's turn of phrase than Andy's horror. I think that was probably the best meet ever |
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