Originally Posted by
jocky
This is a most retrograde step Mick, one might even say backward. Is this the start of a bun fight? Well let me be the first to throw the buns, I pray the coffee girls are not watching, or we will never hear the end of it. By the way, Old Helmet has shuffled off his mortal coil, his last words were ' tell Gilly I forgive him' :angel:
Guys, did I ever tell you about the time me and the wife went to Yorkshire on holiday ? On our last night we went to the Slaughtered Lamb for a few refreshments. What a time we almost had, the wife was arm wrestling with the local chapter of the Hells Angels and I was standing at the bar pontificating on the benefits of the Scottish Enlightenment. Everything was going swimmingly until I asked innocently if anyone knew of a character called Prendrelemick? Immediately the bar went deathly silent, even the Hells Angels went pale. The interminable silence was shattered by a loud peel of thunder and a flash of lightning which lit up the premises through the iron barred windows. An old man who had been sitting strangely silently shuffled over to me wearing a cloth cap and his coat tied with a length of rope and said in a soft but scary voice " Ey up Jocky lad, that is a name we never mention in these parts, when thou goes home tonight take thy sen and thine missus quietly back, and stick to the path Jocky, stick to the path " :)