Once told me to f**k off (followed by the name Brian) in a pub in Dublin. My bizarre claim to fame. He was enjoying a quiet meal which became less quiet after I told all and sundry of his presence.

Once told me to f**k off (followed by the name Brian) in a pub in Dublin.

Now on the last train to Clarksville sadly. They [the Monkees] may have
been the forerunner of modern day manufactured boy/girl bands but at
least they could sing live and knocked out a few memorable songs too.

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My bizarre claim to fame involves Davy Jones too! In 1984, he lived on my newspaper round in a rather modest terraced house opposite his horse stables in Bedhampton, near Havant. One day, while delivering his copy of the Daily Express, his black labrador came bounding toward me in a rather over-familiar manner, at which point I ran through Davy Jones' front garden flowerbeds into the safety of the neighbour's porch while the hound slobbered away outside the window. Davy Jones himself came to the rescue, collected his newspaper with a grin, and brushed away my attempted apologies for semi-destroying his garden without a 'f**k off' in sight.

A nice bloke.

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Do you look like -

I must beg to differ mi amigo...
'Daydream Believer' was a classic 'Pop' song and
'Alternate Title' very left field for its time.
However, the TV progs were crap with three Yanks
and a Brit going all Benny Hill, not a good idea.

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Only when Club are playing badly...

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Far too tall for you Brian!

Anyway, I thought it was Dennis? Or was that me that called you that after I told you to f*** off when we played online chess?

Their music reminds me of times where boys got flowers delivered by post to their girls to show them their appreciation and love..

Are you on Wacky ?

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So D.A, have you ever showed your romantic side by having flowers delivered to a girlfriends door?