(For Peter) YOUR FAVOURITE OLYMPIC THROWING EVENT.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Why would you want to do that, Peter? Apart from the obvious fun, that is.

[Roger Kettle]

Discuss.

Am  I the only one who got Tarky's original joke or did everyone get it and simply ignore it? I fear the latter.

[peter]

Discuss.

Am  I the only one who got Tarky's original joke or did everyone get it and simply ignore it? I fear the latter.

Read it both ways and thought it to trivial to comment.

Thought he was trying to catch me out. Checked it in dictionary. I was right to look it said "to examine in detail. To dispel as a bottle of wine."
When is read that I knew he had misspelled it.

[Mince]

You need to try harder, Petor.

[Fyodor]

Tantrum, a la Linford.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Sigh!

Thank you, Roger.

[Mince]

Oh!

[Roger Kettle]

Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.

Remember it, Roger - I relive it every night before I go to sleep. Especially the bit where I told Lloyd Honeyghan if he didn't stop acting like a git I'd show him the door. Then there was Maria - both of them...

What a night!

[peter]

Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.

Was Tarks dancing.

[Mince]

Yes, Tarks, please tell us: were you dancing Roger?

[Roger Kettle]

A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.

[Mince]

I may have danced.

Don't you have people to do that for you?

[peter]

A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.

Was that befor or after his scaffold pole dance

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.

Is that who he was? I thought he was in Eastenders.

Did I dance? Pfffft! I was still in my 20's, played football three times a week and could Pogo with the best of them. I recall Roger was handing out money that night (some of it real), the gents' toilets (and no doubt the ladies' also) had trays of complimentary prophylactics, and you could still smoke anywhere you wanted. Those were heady, hedonistic times!

There were so many Page 3 (sorry - Page 5...it was the Daily Star) wannabes there that it looked like a plastic surgeon's convention, and by the end of the night I was desperate to remind myself of what a real woman looked like. I didn't have to wait long, as my taxi took me to my hotel in King's Cross for the night.

Just before I left Stringfellows, I was propositioned and invited to carry on the festivities at a 'private party'. They seemed like a very nice bunch of lads, but I declined politely, and never wore that shirt again, nor rolled up my jacket sleeves like a Miami Vice extra.

That London. What is it like?!!