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Carnac France?
If that’s not right you can go fook yerself and I ain’t playin’ no more! :twisted:You were meant to be posting a pic of somwhere I’d be able to get the correct answer.
:lol: And you’ve done it, dear fellow. Carnac is indeed the place! I await your geographical riddle with trepidation.
Sorry I missed the answer earlier Pikey. I was experiencing the internet equivalent of your St Lucian adventure. And I wouldn’t have got your last one anyway.
@pikey wrote:
:lol: And you’ve done it, dear fellow. Carnac is indeed the place! I await your geographical riddle with trepidation.
I think this one will be too easy for you, but here goes. :wink:
No problem, Mr Belfast. As long as you consider everything was above board and in good gentlemanly order for so rudely crashing onwards.
Is it Highgate, comrade Owen?
Yup and that is Highate Cemetery Owen – one of the Marx Brothers but i forget which one.
With reference to rule 263(a) subsection (c) paragraph four of the Gentlemanly Code of The Esteemed Game of Where Am I? (Special Rules to Account for Excessive Carousing), I defer my right to post to the honourably disgraced player fae Edinburgh.
@pikey wrote:
Is it Highgate, comrade Owen?
:lol: It is indeed comrade pikey.
The first time I visited it, I was taking photos and a young couple with their two children were stood nearby. I overheard them say how they regretted not bringing a camera.
Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to take their photo and email it to them. They accepted and all went to plan. The interesting part of the story is that the lady was a direct descendant of comrade Marx. :shock:It was a really good photo too, 8)
@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:
The first time I visited it, I was taking photos and a young couple with their two children were stood nearby. I overheard them say how they regretted not bringing a camera.
Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to take their photo and email it to them. They accepted and all went to plan. The interesting part of the story is that the lady was a direct descendant of comrade Marx. :shock::D It reminds me of one particular night there involving a bottle of gin, a dusky wench named Gwen and a bag of chips that still makes me smile.
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