Very carefully......
From just outside pan-throwing range. Safest to go get another packet.
You don't - if you value your life! Just nip down to Waitrose and get another pack, quick.
Yer, but, .. you're not in the direct line of fire!
Two of my colleagues resigned today
Ouch. Watcherdo? I might fancy a change..
Mid coitus, just make sure you have a good grip. Like telling her her sister is better in bed.. Yeeehaawww
Let us know how you get on!
Hippo
Lord Hippo
Decorating at weekend
doriz
Well-Known Member
Hippo
Lord Hippo
No it were int go kart gear. D.Yer daft sod, that means change up to second gear
Fifty-four years ago today, the world still still for the funeral of SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL.
His funeral was one of only two State Funerals for a commoner in the last century. His cousin was a duke, but we have a funny view of what is common over here.
The funeral itself was held at ST. Paul's Cathedral and was unusual as it was attended by the sovereign, HM Queen Elizabeth II. As well as our own royal family, royalty and world leaders gathered to pay their respects to a man who was later voted to be the greatest ever Briton.
Churchill is best remember as our Prime Minister for much of WW II. He also won a general election to serve a second term.
Over his political career he held almost every great office of state. In addition to this he had been an army officer, latterly in the trenches of WW I. He was the highest paid journalist in the country for a while too.
Notably Churchill put more words to paper than Shakespear and Dickens combined! His History of the English Speaking Peoples netted him the Nobel Prize for Literature.
When asked, after the war, how he thought the history books would judge him, his reply was, "Well, I intend to write them!"
After his funeral his coffin was borne along the River Thames, cranes dipping in salute. His last journey was by specially chartered train, from Waterloo Station to Bladon, in Oxfordshire, within sight of his ancestral home of Bleneim Palace.
DevonGuy
Well-Known Member
Yer cannot beat a Heinz baked bean
He’s good for liver, heart and spleen,
Yer always know where he has been,
The humble, loyal, Heinz baked bean.
The other day I tipped some out,
Anticipating Heinz beans clout
When something sowed a seed of doubt,
I couldn’t say what ‘twas about.
Sitting in my favourite chair,
Sprinkling pepper here and there,
I raised my fork and – Blind despair!
The beans could not be Heinz, I swear!
I ran out to the kitchen bin,
Pulled out the offending tin,
The label witnessed such a sin,
Heinz beans – with no sugar in!
So, working men, now hark to me,
When you want baked beans for your tea,
Yer must avoid what fate brought me,
The curse of baked beans, Sugar free!!
He’s good for liver, heart and spleen,
Yer always know where he has been,
The humble, loyal, Heinz baked bean.
The other day I tipped some out,
Anticipating Heinz beans clout
When something sowed a seed of doubt,
I couldn’t say what ‘twas about.
Sitting in my favourite chair,
Sprinkling pepper here and there,
I raised my fork and – Blind despair!
The beans could not be Heinz, I swear!
I ran out to the kitchen bin,
Pulled out the offending tin,
The label witnessed such a sin,
Heinz beans – with no sugar in!
So, working men, now hark to me,
When you want baked beans for your tea,
Yer must avoid what fate brought me,
The curse of baked beans, Sugar free!!
Thats called the Rodeo position. Once called, you gotta try and stay on for more than 10 seconds.Mid coitus, just make sure you have a good grip. Like telling her her sister is better in bed.. Yeeehaawww
Nice one Dips
Jolly good good show old errm um..
Help me out here, the word escapes me..
Chap? Nope.
Legume? Non..
Gods of 57, answer me!
Cut me a break, gots to go to
St Albans tomorro
I like dis fred.
An so to bed.. peeps.
May your deity of choice (or abstract other choice) shine pon you.
Wish me luck for I venture north on the morrow where it doth snow.
An so to bed.. peeps.
May your deity of choice (or abstract other choice) shine pon you.
Wish me luck for I venture north on the morrow where it doth snow.
