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Peter Venkman
Past glories motivate us when times are bleak.

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« Reply #15 on: Tuesday, September 15, 2009, 16:26:44 »

Are you a male or female? Mummys Boy

Describe yourself: Bed and breakfast man

How do you feel?: Lovestruck

Describe where you currently live: Our House

If you could go anywhere, where would you go? In the City

Your favourite form of transportation? Driving in my car

Your best friend? Michael Caine

You and your best friends are: Yesterdays Men

What's the weather like? The Sun and the rain

Favourite time of day? In the middle of the night

If your life was a TV show, what would it be? One better day

What is life to you? Tomorrows just another day

Your relationship? It must be love

Your fear? Embarressment

What is the best advice you have to give? Madness is all in the mind

How I would like to die: Cardiac arrest

My soul's present condition: Take it or leave it

My motto:  Shut up
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From the station at Colchester
To the cells of Warrington
From the services at Leicester
To the slums of Northampton

We travel over England
And one day Europe too

Cos we all follow the Swindon
We're the famous Town End crew.
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« Reply #16 on: Tuesday, September 15, 2009, 18:51:36 »

Are you male or female;Im A Boy
describe yourself;Pure And Easy
describe current accommodation;Squeeze Box
if you could go anywhere;Tommy's Holiday Camp
favourite transport;Magic Bus
Best friend;My Wife
You and your best friends are;My Generation
Whats the weather like;I Can See For Miles
Favourite time of day;5.15
If your life was a TV show;Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde
What is life to you;Another Tricky Day
Your relationship;Im Free
Best advice ;Run Run Run
How to die ;Drowned
My soul's present condition;I Cant Explain
My motto;Wont Get Fooled Again
Biggest fear;Boris The Spider
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quot;Molten memories splashing down
 upon the rooves of Swindon Town"
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