Tim has always claimed to be 5ft 8 and 3 quarters......!

Please don't take this as offensive, but every time I read this thread I think Tubbs and Edward from League of Gentlemen...

"We didn't burn him!"

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Not_A_Megalomaniac : ' Yes, and we also ought to stop being so wildly off-topic because Bondgirl might hit us...

And well you should be scared...Lucky I am not the confrontational type  or you would be in big touble mister.  
However I must congratulate you on your plan.  All you have to do is work out how you will get Tim to ME.  I'll hear none of this returning him back to the theatre...  I have other plans for him..   none of which shall be revealed on this thread just in cause The lovely Tim happens upon this thread... I wouldn't want to scare him off    I would just like to add that Tim is just the right height for me as I am only 5 7".  Prehaps because we idolised them so much as children (and young adults) we get an image in our mind as to how we think they should look and when your a kid everyone looks taller.  Funnily enough when I saw Tim and Graeme -live- the only thing I really noticed was that Graeme didn't have as much hair (not even a hint of his fuzzy chops which to me WERE Graeme)  But Tim even looked the same although I knew he was older I still saw the goody from my childhood.  I am so besotted I love it 

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Not_A_Megalomaniac : ' Yes, and we also ought to stop being so wildly off-topic because Bondgirl might hit us...  And also because Tim may secretly be having a read of this and thinking "Good God these people don't love me!!"  (we DO love you, incidentally, Timbo.  I just happen to love you in a much more platonic and maternal way than Bondgirl does...) Okay, here's the Revised Plan.  We make friends with Tim, tell him he looks a bit tired, start humming "la dee dum, la dee dum, la de dah dum, dee dah dum" a la the tent scene in Bunfight.  Tim falls asleep, Peej picks him up, drags him off to the SpevMobile (aka Buttercup), wakes him up and Distracts Him For A While. We stand talking loudly near Graeme, pretending we don't notice he's there.  I make some intelligent remark about some sort of medical type procedure.  Graeme immediately pricks up his EARS (EARS dear girl, ears, get your mind out of the gutter!!) and starts a conversation with us.  We lull him into a false sense of security that not only are we both highly intelligent beings, but one of us is Scottish (he'll feel at home) and one of us is a medical secretary.  Then when he's in the middle of chattering away - I hold him close, I gaze into his eyes and I say "Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, speak to me in medical terminology, you naughty little gibbon!"  Graeme says "You smutty pervert!" and then starts running away.  YOU flail at his chest, which will startle him and get him off his guard - and I'll bop him over the head with my handbag.  You catch him, we both drag him back to The SpevMobile, you distract him while I start the car... Then we drop them both back outside the theatre five minutes later after having thought better of it. How's that sound?!

I love it, I love it, dear God how I love it!  It's perfect...there's no way it won't work! 
But I hadn't even realised that this was the Tim thread until you pointed it out just there...quick - say something Tim related....
Smart suit, shiny shoes, foppish hair, cheeky grin, Union Jack underpants..........
*leaves to find the Graeme thread*

I'll take the pictures.

I love it! Good luck with the plan!

Yes, and we also ought to stop being so wildly off-topic because Bondgirl might hit us...  And also because Tim may secretly be having a read of this and thinking "Good God these people don't love me!!"  (we DO love you, incidentally, Timbo.  I just happen to love you in a much more platonic and maternal way than Bondgirl does...)

Okay, here's the Revised Plan.  We make friends with Tim, tell him he looks a bit tired, start humming "la dee dum, la dee dum, la de dah dum, dee dah dum" a la the tent scene in Bunfight.  Tim falls asleep, Peej picks him up, drags him off to the SpevMobile (aka Buttercup), wakes him up and Distracts Him For A While.

We stand talking loudly near Graeme, pretending we don't notice he's there.  I make some intelligent remark about some sort of medical type procedure.  Graeme immediately pricks up his EARS (EARS dear girl, ears, get your mind out of the gutter!!) and starts a conversation with us.  We lull him into a false sense of security that not only are we both highly intelligent beings, but one of us is Scottish (he'll feel at home) and one of us is a medical secretary.  Then when he's in the middle of chattering away - I hold him close, I gaze into his eyes and I say "Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, speak to me in medical terminology, you naughty little gibbon!"  Graeme says "You smutty pervert!" and then starts running away.  YOU flail at his chest, which will startle him and get him off his guard - and I'll bop him over the head with my handbag.  You catch him, we both drag him back to The SpevMobile, you distract him while I start the car...

Then we drop them both back outside the theatre five minutes later after having thought better of it.

How's that sound?!

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Not_A_Megalomaniac : ' ' urban_spacegirl : ' That sounds like a plan!  However, you appear to have missed out the part where I'm allowed to get up to all sorts of mischief with Graeme.... or is that just a given?  Ah yes.  Erm.  Yes.  Of course.  Right.  Of course I'd also missed the bit where I hold him close, I gaze into his eyes and I say "Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, speak to me in medical terminology - you naughty little gibbon!" Ahem. [quoet=urban_spacegirl] Hope you're tall enough to bop him over the head...the best I'd be able to do is flail vaguely at his chest.

It's okay - I'm 5'9" ish, I'll easy be able to manage bopping him over the head.

Although I wouldn't complain at flailing vaguely at his chest - it sounds quite interesting!!!


I just got a really bizarre mental image of you saying ''Fuzzychops, Fuzzy chops, Fuzzy chops etc..'' whilst I flail vaguely at his chest.  Poor lad really won't know what to do.  Methinks this plan need refining...

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urban_spacegirl : ' That sounds like a plan!  However, you appear to have missed out the part where I'm allowed to get up to all sorts of mischief with Graeme.... or is that just a given?

Ah yes.  Erm.  Yes.  Of course.  Right. 

Of course I'd also missed the bit where I hold him close, I gaze into his eyes and I say "Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, Fuzzychops, speak to me in medical terminology - you naughty little gibbon!"

Ahem.

[quoet=urban_spacegirl]
Hope you're tall enough to bop him over the head...the best I'd be able to do is flail vaguely at his chest.


It's okay - I'm 5'9" ish, I'll easy be able to manage bopping him over the head.

Although I wouldn't complain at flailing vaguely at his chest - it sounds quite interesting!!!

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Not_A_Megalomaniac : 'The plan of action at the moment is to chat with Tim and avoid Graeme like the plague in case he's been told by People In The Know that me and Kirstyn are knocking about the place.  If we're feeling brave we will adjust the plan of action to this: We'll wait till we've lulled Tim into a false sense of security, unleash Peej on him - and then, when nobody's looking, we bop Graeme over the head with my handbag and cart him off to The SpevMobile... Peej then lures Tim back to The SpevMobile with promises of all sorts of rude things involving Union Jack ties, tiaras and Land of Hope and Glory playing in the background - then off we set, laughing maniacally that we've managed to Goody-nap Tim and Graeme.... Then we get halfway down the road, stop and say "Well NOW what in buggering hell are we going to do?!!?" realise that a life of crime is not for us - not to mention there's not enough room in my house for them,  take them back and drive back home. It's a great plan.  Probably needs a bit of thinking about but the basics are there...!

That sounds like a plan!  However, you appear to have missed out the part where I'm allowed to get up to all sorts of mischief with Graeme.... or is that just a given? 
Hope you're tall enough to bop him over the head...the best I'd be able to do is flail vaguely at his chest.