Good for you Gummy, you can’t have too many Chinese friends, I have only met a few personally, there ain’t an awful lot of them here but in all my dealings with buying stuff from the Chinese I’ve found them to be very fair and always polite, I can honestly say that in ten years of dealings with them I have never been let down yet, one parcel (A HD satellite receiver box) went astray and when I informed them that I hadn’t received it another box was flown out quickly with a free gift of an extra HDMI cable. I’m very happy with the service I get.
Amazing what can be done with a plain drab wall Sweetie, did you notice they moved the two trees in the foreground?
Yes Stanley is a ringer for the Pope, I don’t know much about the new Pope, the one I remember best was Pope John Paul 11 because he was the spitting image of my father in law who died in 1971 aged 60, I have a photo but it’s with all the old stuff on a hard drive somewhere, anyway you’d be looking at the exact same face.
Some of those TV ads can get to you, they repeat them so much now on the cheap channels that they lodge in your brain long after you switch off and go to bed, well that’s what they’re supposed to do.
Anyway one particular ad really gets on my wick (besides the idiot who says “It’s time to blow up your mobile people”, it’s a wonder the anti terrorist squad haven’t locked him up by now) it’s the rather large lady with the horn rimmed spectacles in the Sun’s bingo ad. :shock:
Last night I had a nightmare that she was coming at me all naked and wobbley waving a hatchet above her head as she screamed “Oi you! are you gonna bingo. are you gonna bingo” I woke up terrified with the sweat pouring off me and was about to make a dash for the bathroom to throw water on my face when the wife woke up and stopped me, she had a job calming me down, but I eventually fell back into a peaceful sleep, what a relief, rescued from a fate worse than death.
My hubby has weird dreams over adverts Jem. Must be a man thing.
we came out of a female body ; were suckled at a female breast - had our nappies changed by female hands and sometimes our bottoms spanked - what do you expect?
Good point. That may change very soon.
Not seen Spitty today.
he spits this way ; he spits that way - sometimes he just runs out of spit!
He has that return thread.
I guess he will. X
Good Night Possums. X
When you did a bit of splitting-em-ness
Frighten everybody shitless.
Good Morning Spitty I thought we had lost you. X
how can we loose spittie he’s attached to a pnuematic drill and can’t let go!!
Have you ever had one of those days?
You get up in the morning as usual, yet it is as if you are doomed.
The heating plays up, the bath overflows, I am late taking my boy to college.
I need to write a shopping list, the phone rings, I lose my train of thought.
I eventually get to the car park and have no change!!!
I start shopping, and I realize I have left my list at home by the phone.
I buy something for the evening meal, forgetting that they won’t deliver until 7-9PM!!!
It has been one of those days!!!
The return of Spitty and his amazing tecnicolour pnuematic drill, I think the drilling part of the project is well and truely over by now Gummy, plastering in progress at the moment I’d imagine.
Yes I know what you mean Sweetie, I think we get days like that to test how we can take all the shit that life can throw at us when it’s in a mischievous mood.
The wife and daughter were out today doing a bit of shopping, funny thing, when she goes out the phone never stops ringing with people wanting to talk to her, usually other women who love talking, I never answer it, some of them auld biddies would keep you yappin all day about nothing.
Then the hall door bell starts ringing with people collecting for this and that, and the odd politician telling you how honest and truthful he’s going to be if you remember him in the election, God they really do have brass necks.
Miserable old day here, days like that always remind me of being bored to death on Winter Sunday afternoons back in the 50’s.
It’s pelting rain in old Dublin Town
As the Dog sits close to the fire
I’m on my own, no one’s around
While I listen to the Luton Girls Choir.
Hark, is that a rap on the door?
I wonder who it could be
Oliver Twist I reckon, looking for more
So I donate him one and three.
All this returning and coming and going got me thinking deeply so I posed a question to the chairman of our newly formed strange phenomena association, we welcome all theories from all members and give each theory exclusive covering at each meeting. Formed last year it’s called the “New Universe Travellers Society” or N.U.T.S for short.
My question was “Do we still use the same water that was on the Earth since the World was created?”
Well we happened to be in a pub in Wexford at the time of the meeting (we always meet in pubs, far more relaxing atmosphere)
After a few pints, the group of us were discussing this same recycled water thing, when one of our company decided to try the landlords home brewed ale that was on special offer, he ordered a pint of it, he took one sip of the ale and spat it out “”My God! that’s p…s!” says he “Ah yes, but who’s?, that is the big question” says the chairman.:-)
Brilliant Jem
I was very interested why the small castle at Christchurch had this piece, that jutted out over the river below.
I was fortunate to meet the local historian, that explained that it was the toilet.
Now I know that way back most people living there drank alcohol.
I also know the nearest fresh water was at a place called Purewell.
This is a true story.
Good Night Possums. X
Oh, I love this video Spit.
Solo…dropping in to say Hi, hope all is well with you…
Blue x