Thought Id start this one going because its rather dead on this board at the moment and I suppose all my usual muckers are either at the Stella tennis event watching Dim Tim (lose again) or at Henly Regatta eating cucumber sandwiches (they wish,...NOT).

Anyway please feel free to just talk to yourself blast away and let it go on any company or subject you wish. Just wish Id thought of this one before.

cheers GF.

I'm definitely in on this Al ,take it he will have to move home when drilling starts ,maybe Monaco ?

alan , i am not looking to discredit you or anything, but , so far there have been no rns' from KRAP, and yet you seem to be remarkably well informed. this morning i did some digging around company house looking at KRAP accounts filed earlier this year and, lo and behold, the ceo's name is one a. hewitt, and the finance director a mrs h. hewitt. please, please tell us that this is an amazing coincidence.

What's more, PM1 hasn't got in on the act.

That's it then i'm defiitely in ,this is a multi bagger !!

how bloody dull can it get????
just cos i'm bored.

If you were of an engineering bent Bos, you should be 'punched' in addition to being 'bored' Still that is preferable to being screwed (over, that is)

Nam.

ps a little waxing just behind the ears might not go amiss.

Nam

oi!! namreh!!! who the f**k are you calling bent?

Soooooo aggressive Bos. Sorry, should have used the word 'bias' instead for all the literati out there.

No offence Bos, none taken either.

Nam

ps I appreciate the gentle word play. Class.

Nam

nun taken.

Blimey, who mentioned terminals then.
Got blockloads here.

Is that final then

loadsa

Tony Blair started jogging near his home at Chequers.

Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.

He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain
to follow.

"Fifty pounds!" she'd shout from the kerb.

"No! Five pounds!" Tony would fire back.

This ritual between Tony and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd run
by and she'd yell, "Fifty pounds!" He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"

One day, Cherie decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his
jog.

As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Tony
realised she'd bark her 50 offer and Cherie would wonder what he'd really
been doing on all his past outings.

He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.

As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Tony
became even more apprehensive than usual.

Sure enough, there was the hooker. Tony tried to avoid the prostitute's
eyes as she watched the pair jog past.

Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled, "See what you get for five
quid?!"

Well they say life is not a bowl of cherries

But there are wet days when only a cherry will do

A man, his wife, and mother-in-law went on vacation to Jerusalem.

While they were there the mother-in-law passed away.
The undertaker told them,
"You can have her shipped home for $5,000,
or you can bury her here in the Holy Land for $150.

The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped
home.

The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your
mother-in-law home,
when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only
$150.

The man replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here,
and three days later he rose from the dead.

I just can't take that chance."

Brilliant bhunt !!

Jimmy,
The wife has pointed out that last time she looked, you were second in the investors league, and now she can't find you in the top 250.
I told her that there was no way things could go that wrong for you and that you must have resigned from the game to give the rest of us a chance.
That's right, isn't it Jimmy?
Alan

beautiful pics, chocolat. something is missing, though. ........ ah! that's it. would you like my cream on your cherries?