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.

Sometimes you just can't shut Harry up.
Bloody chatterbox.

Sorry Harry, you are on the wrong site, the audition for the next series of Blankety Blank is on the BBC website.

www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,13-2005580083,00.html


look at number 8 real meteor not?


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just tried this link myself and it didnt work, maybe someone out there knows where i went wrong

alan, cherry blossoms must bloom earlier in leeds. got some in the garden and not a single leaf between them. they do look nice for a week or two but they don't half make a bloody mess when they shed their leaves. next door was a touch upset last year as he had just laid a brand new lawn only to see it turn a shade of pale pink . not my fault the wind blows his way .

dcb - copy and paste the link and it'll work.

Tony Blair is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of
patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one. The
patient replies:
"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin race,
Aboon them a you take your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm."

Blair is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient.
The patient responds:
"Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit."

Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moves on to
the next patient, who immediately begins to chant: "We sleekit, cowerin,
timrous beasty, Thou needna start awa sae hastie, Wi bickering brattle."

Now seriously troubled, Blair turns to the accompanying doctor and asks
"What kind of facility is this? A mental ward?"
"No", replies the doctor. "This is the serious Burns unit."

soul traders

i tried that but it didnt work, maybe 'cos its a video clip.
if you can be bothered typing out the address its worth it

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A happy St Georges day to you all!!!
Spring is well and truly here. Blue skies, warm sun and yesterdays return to the cricket season, instead of that silly football nonsense.
We started the season in a less than traditional manner. We actually played, rather than sitting around watching the rain fall.
The game was somewhat more traditional, in that we got hammered. Next week sees a league match on Saturday and the first round of the cup on Sunday. Unfortuantely our South African signing will not be back from SA until the following week, so our bowling lacks a little something at the moment. Our SA is 6'7" and counts his bowling performance not in wickets, but in batsmens teeth, and I am so glad we signed him, and not some other team.
Lawns cut, borders weeded and now is snoozing and alcohol time.
Have fun.
Alan

Al
Such a romantic.

Feeling very poetic, Driver. I am a real lover of summer.
The sun on my back, the sound of leather on willow (occassionaly when we're batting) and a long cool Cuba Libre in my hand and all is well with the world.
There is something so romantic, so historic, so British, so..........right and proper about Cricket on the village green.
And lets face it, a game that stops for tea and scones has got to be civilized.
Alan

Sounds like a load of old-
-to me.

Yes - can we have some new ones, please?

Yes - can we have some new ones, please?

Errr . . . , dang! That comment wasn't funny the first time and I've managed to post it twice!!

Bosley has the horn!!