I'ts when it gets stuck in your passage that the problem starts :laugh:

Bin it

:wavey:
It's squirreling them? :o

I recall that Marc Almond once got his stomach pumped and they found a pint glass full of cherry stones

🤢🤢🤢

:nono:

Good choice of avatar though :thumbs:

Tryed olives, can’t deal with the texture

Nothing worse then eating a grape and realising they got pips in.

Fart and kill the cat.

In basildon of all places..when were you last down peddling your trade round here?

Worse than picking up a can for a slurp with fag butts in?

I used to walk around the estates with a leather bag full of cash evicting all the single mums and listening to all the old Londoners stories

Was the cash from pumping people full of cherries?:shame:

i was a young rent boy treading the pavements of Pitsea, Laindon and Vange

Selling cherries on the side though:shrug:

pumping the other rent arrears officer Jeanette once a week when she would do me a roast dinner. it was an arrangement that worked

Enough about your wicked ways. This is a fruit and stone appreciation thread :nono:

Vange always makes me giggle...That's another thing I used to say to my ex down this way....flange, everytime we popped down from the five bells roundabout into Vange passed the pub on the left and down into Pitsea town centre.

Is that his real name..:laugh:

:nono: She was a lovely Northern lass, not a pick on her and loved exotic lingerie. Once when i got thrown out club in london in the wee small hours she drove all the way into town to get me

:flutter:

Bigger arms than you I’m guessing lt?

She must like cherries :joker:

Worse thing for me was cracking and then biting into a gone off Brazil nut.

Could not get the taste of that out my mouth for hours proper disgusting

Sounds like a mushy tattie when your hand hits it.:bawling:

Lt had all the trimmings for a Sunday roast

Yeah, but he obviously served them up at the bar in the club he got chucked out off.