For Devon's sake, she lives in Hellsinski
There's something ever so slightly unsettling about that picture... and then the sinister Viking singing...I'm looking forward to tomorrow's installment even more than normal :)wv = troat: a contraction of the gullet caused by dropping one's aitches.
Arse! The joy of left had love.(I just looked at the link you sent below. Hilarious :)
Nearly every Sunday teatime of my childhood I had to watch that programme... Between the hymns, as well, there were always interviews with people who'd had horrible things befall them but still believed in God; then they got to choose the next hymn. And if you changed the channel there were yet more hymns, being sung solo in outdoor locations with indoor acoustics by a Welshman who used to be funny. Unless you changed channel a bit earlier, in which case there'd be teams of two people (usually with no more connection to each other than drinking in the same pub) answering questions and throwing darts in an effort to win prizes that couldn't easily be shared between two people, like a boat or quite cheap car. I'm still not fond of Sundays.Er, anyway, yes, that "left hand love" line was excellent :)
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