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one is heavily into Techno
the other is about 12ft away from me in my office.
Both nice guys.
Looks like the king of Thailand and his wife looks like our queen. They have framed cash money up in their house to display this likeness. She's called Sue.
there's Brian who is the fiance of a friend of mine (I don't know him very well)... and that's about it
He always calls me tweety pie and got a complaint made against him for calling some 'southern poofter' (his words not mine) 'cock' as a friendly remark.
Bit of a fuckpedal. Used to take me fishing. I hated fishing at the time. I snapped my fishing rod in protest. Liked Countdown and growing weed in the loft.
Very pleasant chap. Was a male nurse and often beat me.
My uncle is also called Brian. He's the most under the thumb man imaginable and stopped talking to my Mum after her divorce as his wife felt it was sinful to have separated. He also has one of those rings of hair that go around his head with a big bald spot above and a clean neck line below. Bit odd. Haven't seen him for years.
(note the Irish spelling).
When we want to wind him up, we do impressions of Marsha, from Spaced.
Not surprising really, she was Irish after all.
always wins at Cluedo, very skinny, looks a bit like a turtle..he and my aunt bring their slippers with them when they come to stay
also a Bryan-free zone
I did used to know a girl called Bryony though, who looked like a tall, skinny version of Björk
last I heard from her she was trying to get off the skag
My dad's former business partner and best friend is a Brian.
When I was in primary school, I was a monitorm and one of the little children I used ot protect from bullies was called Brian. I met up with him when I was back home for christmas 2009, and he told me he's now a celebrity plastuic surgeon in the states and has done loads of celeb tits. He specialises in boobs and isapparently *the* "tit man". He's rolling in cash and burdz now.
I don't like him much, he's a bit of a loser.
I feel oddly bereft.
he's the archetypal "knows a guy who knows a guy", is more than a little dodgy and is loads of fun to chat to/hang around with. he's also a senior lecturer at a london university. good stuff
are both Brian's. Godfather Brian is brilliant, young Brian is naughty.
Another Brian is sat behind me, he's cheating on his boyfriend.
Apparently his sisters used to wind him up by calling him "Bri Nylon" and singing the theme from the advert as kids. I have no idea what "Bri Nylon" is or how the advert goes, musta been from the 60's, but it still works as a wind up.
he's pretty cool. runs marathon's and cycles hundereds of miles for fun, yet he has a bigger beer belly than me. hrm.
has a dog named Brian.
Once hammered a catherine wheel in too tight, then stood prodding at it with the biggest firework in the box.
Makes elderflower wine.
Goes rambling in the penines.
Until I was about 14 my aunt was married to a dude named Brian, hence him being Uncle Brian.
Then they divorced and I never saw him again.
I sometimes think about him every now and again. It's weird, one moment you have an Uncle Brian. The next minute you don't.
Makes you think.
Don't take your Brians for granted.
A friend of mine's is also called Brian, he now resides in Australia and I have fond memories of being at parties with him and him doing the Popeye after one too many sherbets and tonic wines. Very funny, sound guy.
Other Brians I have known, most of whom I have worked with have generally been cocks.