Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 32)
Discussion
Morning all 
I seem to have been subliminally seeded with the thought: Who is the World's strongest man?
I was thinking that I could be in contention for the title, what with my smelly toe cheese and ventral emanations, but then I thought it has to be somebody with unbelievable physical prowess capable of performing astonishing feats of endeavour, and amazing power:
It's Neil Chambers, isn't it? What a guy!
ION, Has anyone seen Battert this morning?
I thought I saw him yesterday soaring overhead, strapped into some sort of wing'd contraption.
I was on my way back from Trivton Magna when he flew over heading south. I couldn't be absolutely certain that it was him, because he was quite high. but then, he usually is.
I seem to have been subliminally seeded with the thought: Who is the World's strongest man?
I was thinking that I could be in contention for the title, what with my smelly toe cheese and ventral emanations, but then I thought it has to be somebody with unbelievable physical prowess capable of performing astonishing feats of endeavour, and amazing power:
It's Neil Chambers, isn't it? What a guy!
ION, Has anyone seen Battert this morning?
I thought I saw him yesterday soaring overhead, strapped into some sort of wing'd contraption.
I was on my way back from Trivton Magna when he flew over heading south. I couldn't be absolutely certain that it was him, because he was quite high. but then, he usually is.
glenrobbo said:
ION, Has anyone seen Battert this morning?
I thought I saw him yesterday soaring overhead, strapped into some sort of wing'd contraption.
I was on my way back from Trivton Magna when he flew over heading south. I couldn't be absolutely certain that it was him, because he was quite high. but then, he usually is.
That might explain the disembodied voice I heard shouting an amended version of the chorus to Honeybus's I Can't Let Maggie Go earlier.I thought I saw him yesterday soaring overhead, strapped into some sort of wing'd contraption.
I was on my way back from Trivton Magna when he flew over heading south. I couldn't be absolutely certain that it was him, because he was quite high. but then, he usually is.
She flies like a bird in the sky
She flies like a bird and I wish that she was mine
She flies like a bird
Oh me, oh my
I see, I sigh
Now I know, I can't let Mrs Brassington go
It sounded like it was coming from over the clock tower at the old house.
He doesn't have strafing capabilities, does he?
I had no idea he hankered after Mrs Brassington. What will Mrs B say? No wonder she and Mrs Brassington are always at daggers drawn.
Not sure if it's relevant but on reflection he did once carry a torch for Mrs Brassington. It was a sulphur and lime torch of the type favoured by the Romans and led to the Great Fire of the Small Barn. We thought he was trying to be helpful. Turns out he may have been making a romantic - if misguided - gesture.
glenrobbo said:
DickyC said:
It was a tedious advert on Radio Luxembourg.
Horace Batchelor, professional tipster.
(I'm serious.)
You sent him money, he sent you tips on football matches and the like. You needed his address which was in Keynsham.
Spelt
K E Y N
S H A M
Here endeth today's lesson.
Horace Batchelor, professional tipster.
(I'm serious.)
You sent him money, he sent you tips on football matches and the like. You needed his address which was in Keynsham.
Spelt
K E Y N
S H A M
Here endeth today's lesson.
I'm now off to find Radio Luxembourg.
One Oliver Smedley MC lived just round the lane here. He was part founder of 3-1-9 Car-Ro-Line. There was a ‘falling out’ and one evening there was a knock on his door ... it was the protagonist. Oliver had been a commando and fearing the house was surrounded did the sensible thing - got his sten, opened the door and opened fire.
Oliver was a great bloke, one hell of a character and despite having died
in the 80’s was so respected here he appeared as a full size cutout in the millennium photo.
Oliver was a great bloke, one hell of a character and despite having died
in the 80’s was so respected here he appeared as a full size cutout in the millennium photo.
Morning all.
There's some mince pies in the oven, help yourself. I think there's a schooner of sherry kicking around somewhere too, glasses are in the kitchen cupboard next to the defibrillator
ApOrbital said:
Morning all i got the job and my back is nearly fixed.
Marvellous news. Well done old chap, hopefully you can look forward to a Merry Christmas now There's some mince pies in the oven, help yourself. I think there's a schooner of sherry kicking around somewhere too, glasses are in the kitchen cupboard next to the defibrillator
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