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.

Testing session, concluded.

Now go and apologise to Clem.

LOL, what for free advertising.

Building my own website for charts so wanted to look at how they line up when transfered.

All above my head this sort of technical stuff, and this dummys book just confirms....... yep Im a dummy.

Councils are forever telling us they DON'T waste money.

Leicestershire County Council have just spent 6,000 on Sat Navs fitted to their fleet of ride on lawn mowers.
The reason is to help the operators find the next patch of long grass (I kid you not).
Before Sat Nav I'm sure these operators and the councils knew where the grass was that needed cutting on a regular basis. (It's the green stuff you wallies).

Well at least they'll be a cut above the rest now Greek!

Well at least they'll be a cut above the rest now Greek!

I only said that once!??!!

Yes, but you have just had one cut too many. Perhaps your Sat Nav went wonky

Maybe Greek! The only places I use my Sat Nav in are Manchester and London, I know the latter fairly well but I still have a tendency to head off in the wrong direction sometimes; as for Manchester, well if they had some decent road direction signs it would help!!

The only directions needed in Machester are; "Way Out"

Alan I have to admit something I would not normally admit to; I prefer Rhyl to Manchester. :o) It's true! How low can one go!

Being a Yorkist I can say this;

Manchester always reminds me of a rugby teams bath during the closed season.

Empty in the middle, with a ring of thick scum round the edges.

Here we go. The war of the roses again.
Don't want to stir things up by taking sides. After all us in East Yorkshire (white rose) can't help being superior in every way to those from the other side (red rose).
Of course if the red rose brigade admitted they were inferior, that would be the end of the matter.
OK now nicely secured in the cellar. Let battle commence.

Cymru am Byth ;o)

Thawot, cantthaspakerate.

Sitthee, nay, thrice, by 'eck.
Bin fair tippin it ower, darn by t'beck, wile a'v bin tuppin yon lambs.
An I ears as its wetter an a vicars 'andshake ova Sids muthas.
Still, manys a mickle as meks a muckle, eh?
An mines a pint if thas askin.

Sithi, now three,
Bin fertipin itordan ut streem, (athink almisthisbitart !).
AnIheers,asissweter an avicrs anshek. ove'Sidsmuthu.
Stil, tha needs sum t meksum, e?
Antha canawon ifaevasithi

(justa difrent vilig)

Alan,

Why is it that every time we other posters try to have a grown up diplomatic discussion you have to redirect it to sex.
Also the mention of tuppin lambs, shows us in a bad light. There is (as we Yorkshiremen know) nothing wrong re the wellies and a full grown sheep, something that other lot can't appreciate, but young innocent lambs, well really. They will start to think we are depraved and have no standards.

I didn't know it was a lamb.

She told me she was a sheep, honest.

You know what its like when they get a bit of make up on........................

Never trust a sheep Alan, you know you'll get fleeced.