Once upon a time there was a little boy called Paul. He blagged his way onto Big Brother 2001 and met a girl called Helen. He was very happy. He realised that blagging was good. He endeavoured to never spend any money ever again. Now he lives in a castle made of gold and drives a Ferrari Testerossa and has five girlfriends, none of which are called Helen. He owns fourteen companies and the recording contracts of three bands. One of those bands is the Darkness. One of those bands is the Manics. And the other is Cure. These ties and his overall monetary status enable him to blag his way into any gigs he likes. He also owns a monkey called Bobster who writes his reviews under the pseudonym Pauly. This is all troo. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I am the second coming! Woooooaaargh. That is all.
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💬 RE: Pauly, King of the Tigers - 1083
Paul Clarke's blog - I live in Hythe in the far South. Married to Clare + dad to 2, I am a full-stack web developr, and I do js / Node, some ruby, python, php ect ect. I like pubs, parkrun, eating, home automation and other diy jiggery-pokery, history, family tree stuff, TV, squirrels, pirates, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.