I loved the one of him in Ibiza party on dude...Bless him lol
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He looks so young in that picture.
 
Not based on the number of photographs of you dotted around the place.
Unless of course you've got a secret stalker admirer.
The only pic of my mug would make me unrecognisable as I is in a flying helmet and goggles!
So yes, I must have a secret admirer/stalker.
Sigh, she'll have to get to the back of the queue!;););););)
Unless she is a he in which case the cue would end up in the back passage of him.:mad:
 
We did find these but just assumed they were part of some fetish you had :D

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Not mine, too posh and unworn!
Long distance in a kit car makes you get them, you do look a bit weird but somehow it goes with a 30s type roadster thing.
Maybe @kevstar had some when he had his Marlin?
Or maybe he just ate the midges as they went into his mouth!
Didn't find my flying jacket then?;)
 
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!
When yer ses basics... can yer do yer own shoe laces wiv yer eyes close? Be honest now. Yer amongst feinds.
 
Eh o_O my misses would love to move she wouldnt any convincing....
Fancy moving luv.. where to..the sunshine abroad...hold on till I get my case..tis ok luv its at the front
door already see ya bye then lol:D:D
Aye, we’d have been gannin to NZ and Oz for years, earlier, in our perignations we discussed a permenant move, then a NZ mining company offered a life changing move for former miners..resettlement bonuses, guaranteed citizenship, the lot, I was all for it, but wor lass was uneasy, found lots of reasons not to go for it.
She was right…pike river mining disaster.
 
Oh dear.
Oh dear, oh dear,
Oh very, very, very dear.
Just cannot get into any of this sort of thing at all.
I know J.K.Rowling is one of the richest women in the world so I am prolly in a minority by not caring a monkey's nuts about her sort of stuff, but there you go.
Fantasy and sci-fi just ain't mah thang!
Each to his/her thing and all that.:):):):):)
It’s an escape from reality, something we all need, in various degrees…some in books….some in alcohol and books…(me) others in even worse alternatives…or better alternatives…but we all need an alternative to the daily grind.
Even if you don’t realise your daily existence is ‘grinding’
 

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