Be very careful with that Anusol stuff folks, I knew a woman who used Anusol for the bags under her eyes, the bags shrunk alright but now she has piles under her eyes and bags on her arse.
lol thats too funny tee hee
I have a few bags in my cupboard.
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he’s like a boomberang - keeps on coming back tryin to make a buck! where is englebert nowdays ?[/QUOTE
they are or should be in nursing homes, Frank is 80 & Gerry Dorsey is 82, still singing PLEASE RELEASE ME…
Just found time for a quick scribble read. Can’t stop laughing at this 
You lot have put me right off my grapes.
Just ignore this Bunch.
Have you got a better bunch Spitty?
Fraid not, but, one can always ignore oneself, is it Buncheon syndrome.
You mad fool. Come to the bar, Fruity is there.
I need to thrash this out, here and now, munchausen, Bruncheon, close enough.
To much thrashing makes you go blind:mrgreen:
Farmers seem to be immune!
Look a little closer:mrgreen:
Anyway, you are in trouble!
You forgot to say Good Night the other day:lol:
That’s Ok, it was intentional.
Typecast is as bad as Opencast, on the landscape.
Nothing is cast in stone:mrgreen:
Unless you are a henge:mrgreen:
Good Night Possums:lol:
“Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the Mid day sun”. Is as old as it is witty and with this lovely sunny weather it is never more appropriate. Skin will be burnt but we Brits will just grin and bare it
Noel Coward goes on singing: “Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The Japanese don’t care to, the Chinese wouldn’t dare to, Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one.” And he goes on about British eccentricity.
We Brits are indeed eccentric and we know it. 
Go on admit it, you hummed that song didn’t you 
Guilty as charged Solo.
I used to think it was Noel Coward who wrote “The Hippopotamus Song”, but I see it was Flanders and Swann, I faintly remember it being played on the radio, I had an Aunt Maud alive at that time and I thought they were singing about her “Maud, Maud, glorious Maud…” I have a sister in law who lives in Dublin 4 and she speaks like that, mud is maud, married is morried, and she’s having a new papelaine laid in her back garden.
Agatha Christie used one of Coward’s jokes in “Sleeping Murder” I think it was, he appears on stage with “The Funnybones” and asks “Did you know a Sultan’s wife is called a Sultana?”
I often wonder what the difference is between a bunch and a bundle, they are both the same thing until you add another word or two to them then the become different, like you can have a bunch of flowers but you can’t have a bundle of flowers, you can have a bundle of sticks but you can’t have a bunch of sticks. “There goes a lovely bunch of coconuts” why can’t we have a lovely bundle of coconuts?
Then you have Virgin and other communication services offering you bundles of this that and the other, why not offer bunches as well? Bloody stupid language we speak if you ask me.:-)
Sorry Jem, I have never seen a bunch, or even a bundle of virgins.