I had a mother who fought like mad from a pretty working class background to become a doctor. She succeeded thanks to getting three bursaries and passing her school exams in getting into medical school. No grants in the early 50s.
So she wanted to buy me and my bruv a "better" education.
What she didn't realise was that money didn't buy you better teaching, in fact after prep school, which WAS good my public school was utter sh!te.
I had to teach myself maths A level, the teachers were so awful, One of the chemistry teachers was a JP and spent our practical lessons on the bench, so we didn't even see him, my physics teacher never finished a single part of the syllabus properly, he was so rubbish he put problems on the board and then got them wrong and none of my teachers EVER set a homework or anything that they had to mark. It's a miracle I left with two A levels.
So I fecked about doing different jobs for 4 years before enrolling myself in evening class which led to me getting another A level and then into uni.
If the woman had let me go to grammar school, for which I passed the exam, or the direct grant school my mates went to, my education would have been well different, proper teachers, etc.
So now you know!
It left me with a posh accent and lots of "accomplishments" but not really the basics!

Bet you went to finishing school arnol with ya mug foo o marbles lol
 
I will also admit that I thought Carlise was in Scotland..... :oops:
For quite a while Wifey and I considered moving to Leyburn, the gateway to the Dales, or nearby. but then, like your mrs, she started getting bothered about what else there might be to "do" there and the proximity of the nearest hospital.
Age is a terrible thing, making you think like that.
She might still move to Harrogate, or Richmond.
So not so bad.
But not out in the sticks.:(:(:(
 
Have you taken into account that your fiends on lz drank most of it when you were on the ferry? Good party that was :D:D:D
Not according to the dottir who goes round and inspects the place regular.
She'd have mentioned if she'd had to throw the odd dead bod into Slop Bog in the dead of night!;)
And put out the empties for the green bin!
Thinking about it, it's a good thing we trust her not to help herself on a regular basis!:):):):):)
 
Yes! I always knew that the "Southord" Lock-Pick set would come in handy, and it did.
The Margaux was nice wasn't it?
I didn't think the Sancerre was up to snuff, not enough "cat's-pi55" and Gooseberry to it.
OH WHOOPS!
You must have broken into the wrong house!
We ain't got no Margaux nor any Sancerre!
Wot do you think we is? Posh?:D:D:D:D:D
I must review the CCTV for that night to see where you ended up!;)
 
Anyhoo fecken roasting hot today finished at 1pm went to Glasgow to take my alternator from my Evo
to get reconditioned, cost = 140 squids. Went to a Brewers fare at Lomond gate on the way back
2 chicken burgers chips n slaw, fresh orange n lemonade an a glass o wine for the misses = 15 quid.
Was nice too sat oot in the sunshine. :D:D
Then dog to the vet to get her ear re-checked 10 mins 30 quid robbin gits. :(
Don't your insurance cover all these vet bills?
Oh and congrats on havin a missus who thinks getting an alternator off for reconditioning is a good afternoon out!;););)
 
Not based on the number of photographs of you dotted around the place.
Unless of course you've got a secret stalker admirer.

I loved the one of him in Ibiza party on dude...Bless him lol
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