Titchmarsh and Charlie: GNARLY
Let's 'tombstone' off this cliff, Guy – it'll be Titchmarsh!
Heh. Totally frick'n Titchmarsh… watch this…
Dude. Heh. Dude… Guy? Want me to call someone? Yeah… ambulance? Cool...
GENTRIFYING THE NEIGHBOURHOOD WORD BY WORD
Let's 'tombstone' off this cliff, Guy – it'll be Titchmarsh!
Heh. Totally frick'n Titchmarsh… watch this…
Dude. Heh. Dude… Guy? Want me to call someone? Yeah… ambulance? Cool...
Don't tell Prunellas, darling - no one likes it.
But Mum... he's pulled the head off my Advanced Literacy Barbie again.
Your father's just upset about work, darling. He's been leapfrogged for promotion by that blonde bitch he hates.
You hear me, you little punks? When my 2:1 goes off, you're gonna jump like bitches.
Could we just start the sack race please, Headmaster? The parents are staring.
Did you happen to catch Nigella Bites on the telly last night?
Gosh, I would…
I would until her bloody teeth rattled.
Why do these tacky screens keep popping up on the after-school, David?
Hmm? I don’t know, darling. Perhaps… a virus has crawled up the broadband. That’s probably what’s happened.
Then I’ll take it into the shop tomorrow. I don’t want it erasing your novel.
No… No. I’ll put some… virus cleaner in the cables later. That gets rid of them.
Oh. Clever old you.
Heh.