In Moton.
(ask Longdogs)
I prefer Motown.
I like Fish from Grimsby.
Oiy, get to the Fish and chip thread then.
No……………….
Northern Sole.
Plaice Mat.
Looking at all those small human figures laid out reminded me of Gingermen and a joke my youngest grandson told me "Why can’t gingermen dance grandad? “I don’t know son, why can’t they?” “Because they have crumby legs”) No that’s what you call a real crumby joke.
“When your up to your eyes in hot water, be like the kettle and sing” I heard a young Vera Lynn singing this song from an upcoming old film on Talking Pictures. And we thought the words of some 60’s/70’s songs were daft, ah the magic of youth, it’s the same for all generations ain’t it, all mixed up and silly, but still great.
Hows this one for you Spitty when the job is not going to plan
“When your up to your eyes in wet cement, be like a fish and swim”
Swimming in wet cement, that’s a bit “Hardcore”, but it would be less fishy to swim in “Limey” mortar, and more homely.
Lime burns the skin Spitty.
Limey’s don’t.
Limeys??? Sailors???
A British person, predominantly.!!!
Mmm I think you are in a very good mood Spitty. X
Maybe so, everything is functioning, very little to get fractious about.
That is good Spitty.
Too much upset in the world. X
I even just made the other half laugh with a bad joke, best quit whilst on top.
I’ve been doing some heavy thinking lately, working alone in a shed does that to one, God only knows what one would come up with if one was confined to solitary on devils island.
Of all the creatures on this earth surely there must be one species that has the perfect existence, according to it’s own standards that is. I have always thought that the purpose of evolution was to keep improving species in order to achieve the best possible efficiency, survival, and comfort for whatever species it happens to be working on, surely by now after billions of years practice it must have come up with the perfect creature? well what is it, and where is it? I wanna be one of them when I come back.
We all now know that reincarnation is a fact, we are all made of the same stuff and that stuff is eternally recycled, so in fact when we are ‘reassembled’ again we can become anything from a flea to an elephant.:shock:
We males probably think the thoroughbred racehorse has the life of Reilly, he’s fed the best of grub, pampered and washed down everyday, and if he does his job right and wins the Darby he’s off to service fillys for the rest of his days, not bad eh. But he’s still prone to sickness and probably doesn’t fancy all of the fillys he has to make love to, he can’t do anything fancy cos if he breaks a leg he’s shot, besides he might be gay then that would be cruelty to animals. (I wonder what they do with valuable stallions who won’t perform their duties? would they have to resort to artificial insemination)
Now take the Limpet, he doesn’t have to work, doesn’t have to travel, has a permanent dwelling rent free, gets all his grub from the same rock he lives on and the same creature has been around for billions of years without changing, not bad if you were a Limpet.
How does it reproduce I hear you ask?
“Using its muscular foot, the common limpet is able to form such a tight bond to its home rocks that it is very difficult to pry off. … common limpets reproduce through a behavior known as broadcast spawning, where several females release eggs and several males release sperm into the water at the same time” Wiki
There you have it, broadcasting without interference, sort of like underwater wifi I would imagine.
I believe Lord Sugar has a Limpet muscular foot under his armpit and he keeps the suction part on his wallet, so a doorman at the Ritz was telling me.
Doorman at the Ritz, that’s a Cracker.