hmg
Victory lap
Social mafia
Ooh. Stealing that.
Social mafia
Hmg sat at a corner table alone and glowering, face besmeared with blood and meat grease, challenging all comers to an arm wrestle
Mr Tea pissing on... wait! No, I mean, wiping away a real ale beard as white as Santas, strongarming the barman into playing his new Sid Viscos album, Get Thee To A Punnery over the pub PA system.
Octopus Grigori. The Potsdam connection, and the immortal line "fickt nicht mit dem Raketenmensch". The extended subplot with the black-market fur operation.The custard pie fight is usually the first thing that comes to mind for me, that or the banana breakfast or Byron the Bulb. There's so much in there though.