Knickerless Nicola (Picturemac)

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and half way through the night realised there was a hole in the back flashing my sexy little tush to all and sundry!

oh, the title links the white lines in the image (which are not lines of cocaine, just look a little like them), to the song, to the mood, to the past, ug, ug, ug. I had signed up to do a charity ride for NDCS (National Deaf Children’s Society) so thought it might be a prudent investment.I was going to say that it’s because I have old shorts that are well passed their best so need to layer. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.

I think Brits have an unfair advantage when it comes to embarrassing themselves, especially when it involves bringing out the dead and going knickerless along the quay. I am really, really, really struggling to find the words to explain the sheer and utter pain I suffered on my knickerless ride! I would be sent out with a plastic bucket to collect these windfalls, and Mum would bring out the Kenwood Chef liquidiser (a gift from a very good friend) which she thought the absolute last word in labour-saving devices.

We took a big blue ridge tent, brown and orange sleeping bags, a kids English/French dictionary, and a guide to French campsites. Later in the holiday, she would mix up the words bateau and baton, and ask the baker for a boat, much to our hilarity. I haven't been there, but it seems to be frequented by the sort of young people who present programmes on Channel 5.

It immediately became my favourite pudding, and while my wealthier friends had Angel Delight, I pitied them and felt sorry that they couldn’t try the delectable apple squidge. Nancy grew up in Singapore, where her father ran a small prawn cracker factory, and in 1970, when she was in her twenties, she set off for London. except in the UK (and among a fair proportion of Australians/New Zealanders), where "knickers" is slang for ladies underwear, e.

Haven’t had much opportunity to get out and about to play with my new toy recently but did manage to christen my camera yesterday. It was written by Ian Hunter, the singer with Mott the Hoople, and described the band's tour of the United States at a time when they'd just found fame with "All The Young Dudes".