Exactly my American cousin, I don’t know how many times I have told her not to wear that top in public, don’t ever know why I married her, told her it would cause me embarrassment.
Someone needs to go by his house and check on him. Maybe call the proper authorities and have them do a welfare check on him. In the US we have The Department For The Aging who check on seniors. I'm sure there is an equivalent agency in the UK.
They've already tried to gain access to the house but can't because there is too many bikes in there prreventing them from opening the doors!! Plus there is cat shit all over the place!
Where is Nigel ? the answer struck me out of the blue Where is Nigel ? - in the saaand !!! (from the TV advert way back when !)
Noooooo Because that'll knock me off the top of my No1 Negative ratings bitch tree and it's my only claim to fame
Be careful my little Lincolnshire spud head..... Tis nearly All Hallows Eve & my pychic witchery flies are gathering whilst I prepare to dust off my broom
I used the googles on "Nigel has died" and came across this story... https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/20...gannet-dies-island-surrounded-concrete-birds/ In fact, several pages of results reporting the same lonely, tragic tale... Then I became sad...and felt like maybe we should not make light of this matter...maybe we should have compassion...maybe we should erect a concrete Mrs. Nigel.. Sometimes the world is not enough. Sometimes life takes from us the things we love and it robs us of the special ones and it puts them high where we can't climb and we only miss them all of the time. ...or something like that.
I was walking round to my local pub yesterday and noticed a poster on a telephone pole, gave me an idea, can't believe we haven't done this already, we owe it to a fellow biker Print them off and post them up in your area, the RR family will bring Nige home once we get the message out there my friends
