Ah, wounded regional pride, I know that. My dad still refuses to even
concede that the weather's better.
You know you're clutching at straws when you start pulling politicians'
answers out of the hat. "Statistically adjusted, I think you'll find that
the babes to boilers ratios are quite comparable."
I'll always love Yorkshire, but I do like to play away.
Nigel.
On 13 May 2010 12:21, David Brennan <[email protected]> wrote:
> > Message: 2
> > Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 19:05:48 +0100
> > From: Nigel Barber <[email protected]>
> > Subject: Re: [LU] Damned united
> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
> >
> > Go through it all the time. The tower blocks in the centre are super
> > depressing, but there are still tons of cute women hanging round the bus
> > stops. Even London's bumholes have better babes than Leeds.
>
> Maggie, is your tongue in your cheek there or are you seriously trying to
> compare, statistically, the quality of women in a city of 7 million with the
> quality of women in a city of 750,000?
>
> Seems to me that there will be loads more babes in the former, and less in
> the later, but also an equally greater proportion of, shall we politely say,
> less attractive women too? Perhaps you're too busy rubber necking the totty
> from the top deck of the bus to notice the fat slappers stood next to said
> totty.
>
> Or are you just deliberately disrespecting the city most of the people on
> here are from/have a great affinity to?
>
> DRB
> >
> >
>
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