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Originally posted by chippy
Nearly fourty years ago the then young Wilfo, had a terrible accident in his own home, the details of which are still unclear, but suffice it to say he was found lying face up on his own bed wearing only a fencing mask and a pair of Wellington boots. Although resuscitation attempts using a heavy duty bicycle pump were successful, Wilfo, sadly was comatosed, destined to the life of a cabbage for the rest of his days.

The wonders of modern science are unable to explain why Wilfo has recently awoken. Although, at face value, this event could be described as wondrous there is a fly in the ointment…

The now aged Wilfo seems afflicted with a condition which compels him to speak of a far away country to which he has never been. For hours each day he can be seen babbling to himself about the pro’s and con’s of residence in Aw-bloody-stralia, and even New Zealand if he is having a particularly bad day.

In recent times, things have taken a turn for the worse...He has embarked on a crusade of advising others never to visit this abode of the damned, to steer well clear of this perilous land or else be consumed by the evils of living in a jobless sand pit, laced with the constant taunting of the retarded locals, whilst existing on a diet of boredom.

Some of the easily influenced have succumbed to his nonsensical blatherings and have formed a cult which chants the Wilfo mantra on a daily basis.

Out of kindness the medical profession are currently examining ways of forcing Wilfo back into a coma, although they say he will always remain a cabbage no matter what.

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Originally posted by Ceri
Go wilf!!! This should be fun..

Cheers:)

P.S chippy why on earth have you gone out of your way to start a thread to attack a person... you do know " thou do protest to much".. there's a fine line between love and hate.

Do you have a crush on Wilf or something? I think he's married in a heterosexual relationship . so you're out of luck "ducky"

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Originally posted by chippy
Nearly fourty years ago the then young Wilfo, had a terrible accident in his own home, the details of which are still unclear, but suffice it to say he was found lying face up on his own bed wearing only a fencing mask and a pair of Wellington boots. Although resuscitation attempts using a heavy duty bicycle pump were successful, Wilfo, sadly was comatosed, destined to the life of a cabbage for the rest of his days.

The wonders of modern science are unable to explain why Wilfo has recently awoken. Although, at face value, this event could be described as wondrous there is a fly in the ointment…

The now aged Wilfo seems afflicted with a condition which compels him to speak of a far away country to which he has never been. For hours each day he can be seen babbling to himself about the pro’s and con’s of residence in Aw-bloody-stralia, and even New Zealand if he is having a particularly bad day.

In recent times, things have taken a turn for the worse...He has embarked on a crusade of advising others never to visit this abode of the damned, to steer well clear of this perilous land or else be consumed by the evils of living in a jobless sand pit, laced with the constant taunting of the retarded locals, whilst existing on a diet of boredom.

Some of the easily influenced have succumbed to his nonsensical blatherings and have formed a cult which chants the Wilfo mantra on a daily basis.

Out of kindness the medical profession are currently examining ways of forcing Wilfo back into a coma, although they say he will always remain a cabbage no matter what.

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Originally posted by PeteY
For god sake Chip cut it out. Your acting like a 10 year old.

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Nearly fourty years ago the then young Wilfo, had a terrible accident in his own home, the details of which are still unclear, but suffice it to say he was found lying face up on his own bed wearing only a fencing mask and a pair of Wellington boots. Although resuscitation attempts using a heavy duty bicycle pump were successful, Wilfo, sadly was comatosed, destined to the life of a cabbage for the rest of his days.

The wonders of modern science are unable to explain why Wilfo has recently awoken. Although, at face value, this event could be described as wondrous there is a fly in the ointment…

The now aged Wilfo seems afflicted with a condition which compels him to speak of a far away country to which he has never been. For hours each day he can be seen babbling to himself about the pro’s and con’s of residence in Aw-bloody-stralia, and even New Zealand if he is having a particularly bad day.

In recent times, things have taken a turn for the worse...He has embarked on a crusade of advising others never to visit this abode of the damned, to steer well clear of this perilous land or else be consumed by the evils of living in a jobless sand pit, laced with the constant taunting of the retarded locals, whilst existing on a diet of boredom.

Some of the easily influenced have succumbed to his nonsensical blatherings and have formed a cult which chants the Wilfo mantra on a daily basis.

Out of kindness the medical profession are currently examining ways of forcing Wilfo back into a coma, although they say he will always remain a cabbage no matter what.

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Originally posted by chippy
Sorry Pete, just can't seem to help myself.

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Originally posted by chippy
Nearly fourty years ago the then young Wilfo, had a terrible accident in his own home, the details of which are still unclear, but suffice it to say he was found lying face up on his own bed wearing only a fencing mask and a pair of Wellington boots. Although resuscitation attempts using a heavy duty bicycle pump were successful, Wilfo, sadly was comatosed, destined to the life of a cabbage for the rest of his days.

The wonders of modern science are unable to explain why Wilfo has recently awoken. Although, at face value, this event could be described as wondrous there is a fly in the ointment…

The now aged Wilfo seems afflicted with a condition which compels him to speak of a far away country to which he has never been. For hours each day he can be seen babbling to himself about the pro’s and con’s of residence in Aw-bloody-stralia, and even New Zealand if he is having a particularly bad day.

In recent times, things have taken a turn for the worse...He has embarked on a crusade of advising others never to visit this abode of the damned, to steer well clear of this perilous land or else be consumed by the evils of living in a jobless sand pit, laced with the constant taunting of the retarded locals, whilst existing on a diet of boredom.

Some of the easily influenced have succumbed to his nonsensical blatherings and have formed a cult which chants the Wilfo mantra on a daily basis.

Out of kindness the medical profession are currently examining ways of forcing Wilfo back into a coma, although they say he will always remain a cabbage no matter what.

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Originally posted by whisky
I am very disapointed in you Chippy.
There is no humour in this thread, just nasty and abusive.
You have gone down in my books.

Whisky

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Originally posted by chippy
Nearly fourty years ago the then young Wilfo, had a terrible accident in his own home, the details of which are still unclear, but suffice it to say he was found lying face up on his own bed wearing only a fencing mask and a pair of Wellington boots. Although resuscitation attempts using a heavy duty bicycle pump were successful, Wilfo, sadly was comatosed, destined to the life of a cabbage for the rest of his days.

The wonders of modern science are unable to explain why Wilfo has recently awoken. Although, at face value, this event could be described as wondrous there is a fly in the ointment…

The now aged Wilfo seems afflicted with a condition which compels him to speak of a far away country to which he has never been. For hours each day he can be seen babbling to himself about the pro’s and con’s of residence in Aw-bloody-stralia, and even New Zealand if he is having a particularly bad day.

In recent times, things have taken a turn for the worse...He has embarked on a crusade of advising others never to visit this abode of the damned, to steer well clear of this perilous land or else be consumed by the evils of living in a jobless sand pit, laced with the constant taunting of the retarded locals, whilst existing on a diet of boredom.

Some of the easily influenced have succumbed to his nonsensical blatherings and have formed a cult which chants the Wilfo mantra on a daily basis.

Out of kindness the medical profession are currently examining ways of forcing Wilfo back into a coma, although they say he will always remain a cabbage no matter what.

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