Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 25)
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Grandpa Jack, a bit of a nutter but a very fine engineer, got p*ssed one weekend.
He and his mate Doug{chairman of Villa} Ellis flyed out to Turkey or somewhere for a Euro final. Stumbling off their jet in a very jolly state, after the win, they got into the car to go home. Somehow, somewhere, they passed a music shop.
In the shop window was a set of drums. Big and blue with all the tin hats, bats and pedals.
"Let's have a play" said Grandpa.
Oh hell, this isn't going to end well, is it?
At 4am they banged on the door of the shop, who the owner lived upstairs, told them to proceed onwards from his bedroom window. When he heard of the Villa win, the doors flew open..."In, in my friends".The owner made a very quick, profitable and beery sale. They loaded the drums into the back of a Transit.
That morning, Grandma Marj was making her pot of Lapsang when a navy blue Transit rumbled up the drive. 2 burly lads took Grandpa out the back of the van. Grandma seeing him all asquiff of tie and suit, thought "OH S**T, it's the rozzers".
"Are you Mrs. James"?
"Erm, I may be..."
"Sign here please".
And after that, the lads started to unload a complete drum kit into her living room. Jack, sobering-up, mummbled "We won" and fell asleep on the sofa.
Those drums were swiftly removed into his bedroom afterwards.
He and his mate Doug{chairman of Villa} Ellis flyed out to Turkey or somewhere for a Euro final. Stumbling off their jet in a very jolly state, after the win, they got into the car to go home. Somehow, somewhere, they passed a music shop.
In the shop window was a set of drums. Big and blue with all the tin hats, bats and pedals.
"Let's have a play" said Grandpa.
Oh hell, this isn't going to end well, is it?
At 4am they banged on the door of the shop, who the owner lived upstairs, told them to proceed onwards from his bedroom window. When he heard of the Villa win, the doors flew open..."In, in my friends".The owner made a very quick, profitable and beery sale. They loaded the drums into the back of a Transit.
That morning, Grandma Marj was making her pot of Lapsang when a navy blue Transit rumbled up the drive. 2 burly lads took Grandpa out the back of the van. Grandma seeing him all asquiff of tie and suit, thought "OH S**T, it's the rozzers".
"Are you Mrs. James"?
"Erm, I may be..."
"Sign here please".
And after that, the lads started to unload a complete drum kit into her living room. Jack, sobering-up, mummbled "We won" and fell asleep on the sofa.
Those drums were swiftly removed into his bedroom afterwards.
At some point I seem to have turned the Breville toastie machine on and melted a plastic bag to the top of it, and scorched a tea towel. I have no recollection of doing this. I did go out for a few more than usual last night though. I have unplugged it to prevent my poorly timed incineration.
Who the flip makes a machine that is turned on or off solely at the plug socket?
Who the flip makes a machine that is turned on or off solely at the plug socket?
DickyC said:
Mrs C and I pulled up on the roundabout serving Junction 6 of the M4 in her SLK. We had a quarter of the roundabout to go. Something snarly pulled up alongside. It was a AMG SLS. I looked at admiringly. It's a beast. The passenger caught my eye. He didn't smile, he just slowly gave one nod of his head. Then the lights turned green and they were off. My, my, what a lovely noise. By the time we made the start of the slip road, they were joining the motorway.
0-60 in 3.7? Yes, I can believe that.
He "owned" you.....bruv...0-60 in 3.7? Yes, I can believe that.
Went to the PH SS this morning,top stuff at Topcats.
iva cosworth said:
It's going well for a thread which "wasn't very interesting"....eh Sump.
The naysayers who love to foresee only doom for new threads are likely to be right 98 times out of a 100, but it's a cheap way of being right. If you think of the second post on here you won't be too bothered by them.
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