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YES DEAR....I SAID...I'M FOURTY EIGHT YOU KNOW....
I remember the days when you could go out with a fiver, drink fourteen pints of Watney's red barrel, have enough change for a fish supper and a holiday at Butlins.
Ahhh...in those days getting your knees down was something you did with Doris round the back of the Odeon
:"For once Jools you're not lying...her name wasn't really Doris though was it"
Jools: "No...names have been changed to protect the innocent"
:"INNOCENT!!! She was downright depraved"
Jools: "It's a fair point rodent"
