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The usual suspects The usual suspects is the, frankly wildly innaccurate name for the social circle I find myself in these days. While many of them are suspicious (a few are downright paranoid) most of the are anything but usual, as you can see from the following names (which are blatantly stolen from Patrick's e-mail list. Thanks, Paddy)
In no particular order: Stuart "Chappie" Brook Slaughter Dave "small boys on leads" Neyland Graham "with all due respect" Chandler Katherine "sometimes I have to wipe the sperm off of my trousers" Power Sophie "You can rely on a slapper to go" Cruikshank Patrick "El Haddock" Down Julia "Resident Cider Drinker" Hornsby Ronan "There's a goldfish in my pint" Burnett Silent Chris, the international assassin The Beast Gareth "The Ministry of unusual haircuts" Roberts Fraser "The Right Hon. L.F.Wit MP" McCormick Iain "The Sinister Without Portfolio" Bancarz, Alasdair "Guineapig" Tullo Janek "I must have a good knife" Mann Elliot "Otto von Bismarck" Bulmer Euan "Bring me the urine of a small boy" Adie |
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