Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 28)
Discussion
The salvo is ready. Our Patron has disappeared. The bunting is up but the area has been evacuated due to tidal surge so maybe thats taken our Patron with it?
Maybe hes in a refugee camp or church hall with a nice cup of tea and a rug over his legs.
Its all going to rats
t as we err speak
Maybe hes in a refugee camp or church hall with a nice cup of tea and a rug over his legs.
Its all going to rats
t as we err speakJim AK said:
Mrs Brassington has disappeared from the Church hall apparently.
Could there be a link with the lost Dicky?
There's only half a mug of brandy and a can of Brut aftershave left where Tanya Topheavy was sitting.Could there be a link with the lost Dicky?
As they say in CID circles, 'I think there's a pattern emerging'.
singlecoil said:
Bomma220 said:
singlecoil said:
Just got back from Waitrose. So many good looking women. I like going to Waitrose.
I was in our local Waitrose just before Christmas. Couple of BOBFOCs in there, nothing special though really.Update on return.
Bomma220 said:
Iva Barchetta said:
I'm going to Asda at 19.00 hours, I doubt I'll find 8 in the 'yes' category.
Update on return.
Depends where you're setting the sight old chap. Still, 19.00hrs on a Friday, the night is still very young.Update on return.
fatboy18 said:
Bomma220 said:
Iva Barchetta said:
I'm going to Asda at 19.00 hours, I doubt I'll find 8 in the 'yes' category.
Update on return.
Depends where you're setting the sight old chap. Still, 19.00hrs on a Friday, the night is still very young.Update on return.
fatboy18 said:
I think IVA Will have his work cut out to find anyone in the Yes category in that place! (bear in mind that myself and IVA use the same store)
Not got an Asda within striking distance but I've heard they do some cracking 'late night knockdowns'?As long as he doesn't go for anything much past its sell-by date he should be ok.
Bomma220 said:
Not got an Asda within striking distance but I've heard they do some cracking 'late night knockdowns'?
As long as he doesn't go for anything much past its sell-by date he should be ok.
I've got a mate who lives on a narrowboat in Berkhampstead. There are about 6 there & 1 of the boaters goes into Waitrose, watches for the reduced stuff then texts the others & buys what they want from it!!As long as he doesn't go for anything much past its sell-by date he should be ok.
Dinner is often an adventure apparently
By 'eck. Friday 13th? By 'eck as like.
This evening I had to go and rescue a couple from the end of a slip road on to the A34 out in the sticks. We had recently supplied them the car, it broke down, we lent them a courtesy car, they drove the Cornwall and back while we repaired the car and this afternoon they collected it. Collected it with an hour to spare before they had to open their restaurant in Oxford which is maybe forty minutes drive away. The female half was English, calm and measured. The male half was the excitable French chef part of the equation. The cab of the truck has two seats and a box. It wasn't designed to recover folk and their chattels. The surrounding countryside was pitch dark. There were cars going past on either side at a million miles an hour. The car was pointing uphill and was on - or slightly above - the limit of the winch. I called work and asked if they could send a mechanic out with the courtesy car, get the nice people on their way and then be able to load the car without simultaneously fending off an irritable chef who felt it necessary to remind me of my company's many failings on a sort of verbal loop. The mechanic got lost. By the time he arrived the chef had tired of reciting his list and had stomped off into the darkness to lick his wounds. At least this allowed me to load the car.
It turned out to be a broken drive shaft.
Sake.
This evening I had to go and rescue a couple from the end of a slip road on to the A34 out in the sticks. We had recently supplied them the car, it broke down, we lent them a courtesy car, they drove the Cornwall and back while we repaired the car and this afternoon they collected it. Collected it with an hour to spare before they had to open their restaurant in Oxford which is maybe forty minutes drive away. The female half was English, calm and measured. The male half was the excitable French chef part of the equation. The cab of the truck has two seats and a box. It wasn't designed to recover folk and their chattels. The surrounding countryside was pitch dark. There were cars going past on either side at a million miles an hour. The car was pointing uphill and was on - or slightly above - the limit of the winch. I called work and asked if they could send a mechanic out with the courtesy car, get the nice people on their way and then be able to load the car without simultaneously fending off an irritable chef who felt it necessary to remind me of my company's many failings on a sort of verbal loop. The mechanic got lost. By the time he arrived the chef had tired of reciting his list and had stomped off into the darkness to lick his wounds. At least this allowed me to load the car.
It turned out to be a broken drive shaft.
Sake.
DickyC said:
By 'eck. Friday 13th? By 'eck as like.
This evening I had to go and rescue a couple from the end of a slip road on to the A34 out in the sticks. We had recently supplied them the car, it broke down, we lent them a courtesy car, they drove the Cornwall and back while we repaired the car and this afternoon they collected it. Collected it with an hour to spare before they had to open their restaurant in Oxford which is maybe forty minutes drive away. The female half was English, calm and measured. The male half was the excitable French chef part of the equation. The cab of the truck has two seats and a box. It wasn't designed to recover folk and their chattels. The surrounding countryside was pitch dark. There were cars going past on either side at a million miles an hour. The car was pointing uphill and was on - or slightly above - the limit of the winch. I called work and asked if they could send a mechanic out with the courtesy car, get the nice people on their way and then be able to load the car without simultaneously fending off an irritable chef who felt it necessary to remind me of my company's many failings on a sort of verbal loop. The mechanic got lost. By the time he arrived the chef had tired of reciting his list and had stomped off into the darkness to lick his wounds. At least this allowed me to load the car.
It turned out to be a broken drive shaft.
Sake.
Raymond Blanc?This evening I had to go and rescue a couple from the end of a slip road on to the A34 out in the sticks. We had recently supplied them the car, it broke down, we lent them a courtesy car, they drove the Cornwall and back while we repaired the car and this afternoon they collected it. Collected it with an hour to spare before they had to open their restaurant in Oxford which is maybe forty minutes drive away. The female half was English, calm and measured. The male half was the excitable French chef part of the equation. The cab of the truck has two seats and a box. It wasn't designed to recover folk and their chattels. The surrounding countryside was pitch dark. There were cars going past on either side at a million miles an hour. The car was pointing uphill and was on - or slightly above - the limit of the winch. I called work and asked if they could send a mechanic out with the courtesy car, get the nice people on their way and then be able to load the car without simultaneously fending off an irritable chef who felt it necessary to remind me of my company's many failings on a sort of verbal loop. The mechanic got lost. By the time he arrived the chef had tired of reciting his list and had stomped off into the darkness to lick his wounds. At least this allowed me to load the car.
It turned out to be a broken drive shaft.
Sake.
Edited by Jim AK on Friday 13th January 21:12
25,000 posts is enough. I'm happy with the number and I'll leave it at that. So no more posts from me, I will bow out now leaving that nice round number as a memento of my time on PistonHeads. Farewell.
Oh, bother. Look what I've done.
It's no good, I'll just have to carry on. Only another 24,999 to 50,000.
Here we go.
Oh, bother. Look what I've done.
It's no good, I'll just have to carry on. Only another 24,999 to 50,000.
Here we go.
I vowed that from 5662 I would only read the first half of posts as it's my pin code, alarm code, password for everything I've ever done and coordinates for my buried will box with blank beneficiaries.
So I'm sorry to hear that Dicky but you would be the first to admit it's about time, you've run your course. It was a pleasure hearing your musings but you've done it at the right point as the decline into a Bolivian was becoming evident, and frankly standards would have only dropped further into an abyss of virtual double incontinence.
So I'm sorry to hear that Dicky but you would be the first to admit it's about time, you've run your course. It was a pleasure hearing your musings but you've done it at the right point as the decline into a Bolivian was becoming evident, and frankly standards would have only dropped further into an abyss of virtual double incontinence.
ambuletz said:
my birthday today and i woke up feeling pretty miserable. friend of mine was cheeky and had steak delivered to me this morning while I was half awake. a good start to the day.
Good Lord. What's going on there then? I mean, was it cooked? Have you had it for breakfast? I've had some strange things sent to me on my birthday, but never steak.
V6Pushfit said:
I vowed that from 5662 I would only read the first half of posts as it's my pin code, alarm code, password for everything I've ever done and coordinates for my buried will box with blank beneficiaries
Thanks Pushfit we've hacked your account. Haha.We will reveal your membership of the 'exclusive' clubs and details of 'Trixie Topheavy' mentioned in your will unless the money is deposited in a colostomy bag under the WI bring and buy stall today. As it looks from your bank accounts you have £15.12, you'll have to ask your chums on here for the rest if they are willing to help such a poor specimen of humanity.
Signed
Blaggarder the Fourth
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