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[SteveHo]

just for fun.

I met @MorningsEleven up the @r5e which is a techno version of The Blackpool Tower, but badly branded.

We still DTD though.

RespoDad was the lead singer in a famous pop group years ago! I played drums, and she and I had a few artistic differences........

@clawdy was my handler when I worked for MFI, on a secret mission to infiltrate B and Q.

cormoran and I bonded over our white hair as we were the only justin beiber fans over 15 at the concert

Wilhamenawonka and I were switched at birth. I grew up a nerd in a circus, and she spent her childhood trapezing about the dreaming spires and never missing a chance to tame a lion.

We found each other at a support group for women with too-swishy hair, and now we have very own arms dealing business.

I met Fromage when I joined her circus as a fellow trapeze artist. We instantly bonded and formed the highly successful duo "The Flying Buttresses which topped the bill for years. Our friendship was shattered by the arrival of Eric, a muscular, lycra-clad unicyclist who we both fancied like hell. He chose me and the night he asked me out on our first date, Fromage tampered with our safety net and for the first time "failed" to catch me as I flew trustingly towards her at 150 feet. I was saved by the timely intervention of Rick who cycled towards me at breakneck speed and caught me in his strong, muscular arms. That night Fromage* scarpered with our entire collection of sequinned tutus and I have been hunting her down ever since.

Bettercallsaul1 is my sex therapist! What she can't demonstrate with just a grapefruit half and some clingfilm, seriously isn't worth knowing. She's a legend in her own lifetime, though her local Waitrose can't keep up with the sudden demand for the tools of her trade!

I first met Bettercallsaul1 at Buckingham Palace, where she was wrapped around one of the guards, trying to get a reaction out of him. He did frown slightly at one point, which I captured on camera. She has pestered me for that photo for years.

SneakyGremlins
We met at a book group but soon bored at the discussion of the title The secret life of bodybuilders, so we sneaked out and instead joined up for a short course on paragliding for the paralytic.

I met @Bettercallsaul1 at the RSC one summer where I played Hermione and she was The Wall. Then I woke up and realised it was all a dream.

I met @TheSassyAssassin when she came to NY to receive an award at the UN for her work in the Antarctic helping rescue polar bears trapped on the shrinking ice flows. She got a special mention for not stranding her knob of an exH on an iceberg to be devoured by the bears.

@MissConductUS is my ward. She thinks she's human, but I rescued her from a secret military facility and she's at least 50% alien.

She thinks she's never met me, but I check up on her once a week and erase her memories.

@BeeFarSeer was my mentor when I first went to the Royal Ballet.

Her Swan Lake was the talk of Swansea.

BeeFarSeer was my chemistry teacher. She haunts my dreams...

And CormoranStrike took the ball bearings out of my roller skates in a fit of pique because she couldn’t pirouette.

She's my brother.

Knittedfairies and I were members of the synchronised swimming team in 2012 Olympics and were great friends until she ate my Mars bar that I'd been saving. She offered to replace it with a Twix which was just completely unreasonable. She is now dead to me.

Ginslinger I have locked up in my basement with only water, bread and a copy of the daily fail. I don't allow her to use the internet so I'm confused as to how she's posting. Just need to nip down to the basement...

I was walking the dog one Sunday morning and found Ginslinger upside down, with her foot entangled in a style and still drunk. I think she'd been there all night.

She robbed my fucking lederhosen. That'll be the last Oktoberfest I invite the bitch to.

serendipitintea is my mother. Hello mum!👋

PhilomenaButterfly Is my cleaner. No, not that kind of cleaner, the kind that clears the room of all forensic evidence of my murders.

I met Giggorata on holiday in Ibiza in 2002, we clicked immediately.
We were both supposed to be there on a one week break but enjoyed it so much we stayed on working for a bar giving out free drinks passes to tourists.

After 6 weeks, an incident with a Spanish prison and some other things we’d rather not mention. We both went home broken and with our tails between our legs. We now stay in touch though Facebook mostly, she was always a bit too wild for me.

I've just noticed VanillaSugar's name a few posts back and have to tell you about her. for your own safety

I met Vanilla at a Cotswolds village fete where she was desperate to impress the locals by winning the "Best Cake" competition. She achieved this by the simple expedient of injecting her chocolate sponge with so much whisky that the cake ended up 95% proof, thereby delighting the competition judges Sir Arthur Puce and the Rt. Hon Freddy "Foxhunter" Frobisher. One large mouthful of Vanilla's cake rendered both judges incoherent - Sir Arthur collapsing on the floor of the marquee with a rapturous smile on his face while Frobisher, with bulging eyes, pointed mutely but with obvious enthusiasm to what was left of Vanilla's cake.

Having thrown the remainder of her piece de resistance into a field on the way home, Vanilla thoroughly enjoyed her prize for "Best Baker" - lunch at The Ivy with Jilly Cooper. Both judges are recovering well at the newly set up branch of A.A. at Stowe-On-The-Wold.

PS This is almost a true story.

I met @betterCallsaul1 in a previous life.

Well, my life was my current one, but she was a Rottweiler. To add to the confusion, she was a Rottweiler who had been reincarnated as a toy poodle, and she had major attitude issues.