I think we're all beaming with delight on hearing about young Dec's triumphant trip to the States bearing fruit. The way I heard it he was walking down the street and a piano was about to fall on Stan Lee, Dec slides in on a pool of his sweat and shoves him out of the way just in time...and the rest is History. Love ya man.Spazzmoid clocks up another painful slice of memories for me today
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You know what cures that?
Fire- nice cleansing fire.
Call round to my Dad, I have a wicker man in the garage- you can give him a great welcome!
Seriously though- delighted for you, Dec, good man yerself.
And I'm sure that statue will be a reality before he's forty.
Wow, he really suits wearing a dress....now that he's a big Marvel superstar he doesn't care about hiding his secret anymore.
Heh, thanks Bob!
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