After the so called performance of our representative rugby teams yesterday, I'm feeling a unusual kinship and empathy with Jocky this morning. (I even had porridge.)
After the so called performance of our representative rugby teams yesterday, I'm feeling a unusual kinship and empathy with Jocky this morning. (I even had porridge.)
Yes but thats Wales for you. Play well, deserve to win, should have won, yet they are unlucky enough to lose by a thousand to one chance. Its why the Welsh are all tragic poets at heart, they know that for them life is unfair.
On the sheds idea, we have a book in our downstairs cloakroom called 'Privies of the Cotswolds', which is a book of pictures of, er, privies in the Cotswolds. So there's obviously a market for this sort of thing.
As for gnomes, I have heard that they are making an ironic post-modern comeback. We had a couple of plastic gnomes in our front garden when I was a kid, and I was very fond of them. Of course, now that I'm grown-up I'm way above such things. Which is why we have a concrete gargoyle in our back garden.
Last edited by MarkBastable; 09-12-2011 at 03:05 AM.
70 days of 100+ deg F this summer surpassing 1980's record of 69 days.
That's why I've had gnomes on my mind.
Folks around here say gnomes can bring bring rain.
I'm willin to try anything.
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Aye, well at least you beat Argentina. Just for once I am praying that we can get to the point where we can meet your lot to reach the next round. Can you imagine it? Computers thrown out of the window, loads of wailing and gnashing of teeth, and the last minute penalty taken by none other than Johnny Wilkinson to decide who goes through.
After all of the armchair excitement where the only time that any of us has broken sweat is when we asked the missus to open a tin and make us a salmon sandwich, the winners will wait with baited breath for who we are drawn against in the next round.
Oh no, TONGA ! Well we will clear up our empty cans, or in some cases empty Newcastle Brown bottles, and troop off to our beds with the consolation of knowing that the Kiwis have been drawn against the Aussies.![]()
Last edited by jocky; 09-14-2011 at 09:07 PM.
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
Bradford council have set a new standard in ineptitude by failing to organise the Annual Bradford Curry festival in time .
Piss up in a brewery doesn't come close.
It’s raining!!
By God they were right, yes; the people were right…Gnomes can bring rain!
I applied the principles of gnomen necromancy starting with a bottle of Moinette Belgian Ale, followed by three shakes of a divining stick above the gnomes head while chanting; “Agua fria my little friend, agua fria my little friend…”. Before you could say Travelocity, the heavens let fly a fair fusillade of a frog strangler.
And some credit goes to the Atheist. Thanks for your part in sending that rain.
Is this what you are referring to?:
http://www.thetelegraphandargus.co.u...urry_Festival/
Makes you want to sing the blues:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g30nwCpyaA
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Again, I'm not a bloke but I am having a Hitachino Ginger Beer. I got it because it had an owl on the label. It's pretty good. My ego says that drinking beer with a good logo design is always better than drinking lousy skanky alcohol products that come in a plastic jug so that you don't break it when you crash into the card table it was sitting on and waste tomorrow's buzz as well. Family Dollar sells mouthwash in plastic containers. Just FYI.
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
What a damned shame we don't have any Irish members!
(Did we ban the micks at the start?)
They certainly owed Aussie that one. While it wasn't the greatest spectacle, it's great to see old-fashioned guts and determination win.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon