Hi sweetie - where the hell is pugsy bear?? - I need to spar!! - NO not a spare!!
I will see if I can fetch him.
In the meantime, by Greenwich of course, Spar with me.
I do think Spar is overpriced 
Oh my God - I think if I spar with you - you would pull all my defences down and I would be ‘au naturale’? - very dangerous situation:shock:.!
I’m not fat - where did you get that idea from??
I never said you were. It’s the wiggle:mrgreen:
yes - he’s got a tiger by the tail - just a pussy…cat - pussys can always be calmed down with some gentle strokes??
Like you then.
I must find something sensible to post - Sorry.
who said you were ever sensible ?? - be wild and spit a bit! or you could do a RJ down the hall - or find a Jem in the coal skuttle - or even a Pug if you made more effort!!!
Oiy I have called Pugsy Bear. Cheeky just cheeky.
Sorry I ain’t been around much, I’ve been filming on set, the stuntman for Action Man in the Money Supermarket advert.
I was about to send out a search part Spitty.
Well, send Floydy, he can help put another Brick in the Wall.
Ooh, Witty Spitty, that is your new pet name.
Gumbud, re the two girls playing on the street, I did say I’d get back to you about it.
Your subconscious was thinking of bridges and girls, well ya always have them on your mind anyway, when you selected that picture, the hurdle set up being the bridge to get over. Just a thought, is there a bridge anywhere on your way to the hardware store? or perhaps it’s just some kind of obstacle between you and that lovely lady you speak of.;-)
I would imagine the little square door above where the rather plump young girl is contains an electricity meter for handy outside reading, and the girl in mid air had the 100 metres hurdle dash in her sights, did she ever become an athlete, who knows, but the two girls are obviously having great fun, a wonderful photo of ordinary kids playing games that cost nothing and gave them great pleasure and good exercise.
It wouldn’t be allowed today of course, well maybe if the hurdle was made of rubber, heavy duty bubble wrap laid on the concrete, knee pads on the girls, goggles, padded jacket, crash helmet, ear muffs, and naturally a trained hurdle jumper to supervisor the event, plus an ambulance with two paramedics standing by, forget it girls, go play piggy beds instead, or is that still allowed?
Is there a cereal number on a box of cornflakes?
Ah, Jem you are a Gem.
I will leave Gummy to get back to you, but electricity meter, Mmm, it got me baffled.
Nah never did bridges and girls together - under them was dank dark places with dripping roofs - on top and ya were in full view of everyone!
But ya right about obstacles - there’s a big fat lady [the new manager] between me and ‘knee knockers’ - and she wants to talk to me instead - yuck - nah the old place just don’t seem the same wivout ‘our Kev’ - Kevinka from Bulgaria I used to call him cos he had a crew cut and looked like a Slav!
talkin of which watched the Stone interviews with Putin last night - I tell ya what that Putin is one smart cookie and fit into the bargain! - I reckon he’d be a good mate on a dark night in Moscow?
I’d plum for the square door is for coal to be inserted but we’ll have to ask the original poster - I’ll try to track him down with me sleuth like master honed skills!
I agree wit you about the girls - gay abandonment heh with no safety net - yep that’s the streets I remember.
is there a cereal number on cornflakes - NO but there’s a note on porridge oats!
here’s sein ya tuts!
There are a snap, crackle and pop, on Rice Krispies - If that helps.
here’s ya answer to the other ‘guess wot’
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I’m wrong of course Sweetie, I was only guessing about the electric meter, based on a block of old flats near me where all the electric meters were outside and a couple of feet off the ground, they were locked in a sort of wooden closet, the company reader had his own keys to access them. All knocked down now.
Back in the 50’s when I was growing up we had a epidemic of gas meter robberies all over Dublin, a lot of people wanted to change back to the penny meters when all the shilling meters became favourites for the thieves, but the gas company was having none of it, progress was progress and that was it, eventually they became like the electric board and cut out the coin meters altogether.
The brother and me used to love watching the gas man emptying the meter, counting all the pennies and stacking them up, then he’d’ put them in little green or brown bags, he always left a few coppers rebate and we were sure to get one or two for ourselves.