night maryellen x
Take care my lovely friend. xxxxx
I always take care of your lovely friend - now where the heck did I put her this time??
Knowin’ you,most of her’s in a knapsack,her head’s on your bedside cabinet beside your feelthy peectures magazine stack & you’re wearing her stilettos,you weirdo!
hello thugsie pugsy from shettie!! ya keep missin all the fun apart from playin those stupid games down below - still just about your brain level heh??
no bourbon here mate just exprezzos !!
Or
“The bland leading the bland”
Good Morning Possums.
The weather is dreadful!
I am staying in and packing for Gibraltar, I hope the weather is better there.
I want to see the monkeys.
aren’t they all dead?? - heh heh were da monkeys??
they’d soon be if I was there - damaging peoples cares and stealing their walnuts?
Oh, they steal anything and jump on your head. x
how disgusting! - well my Gibraltar visit will definitely avoid the monks!!
I will take lots of pics. I treat the Apes with respect, so I am fine, oh and I know the guy that looks after them.
know the guy that looks after them.
‘who’ looks after them doll!
Looking at yesterdays runners at Doncaster, there was an outsider going called “Whattheburlersaw”, I was going to put a few shillings on it but then the horse was scratched.
It made me think of the time that great lady horse owner of the 50’s/60’s, Lady Ann Biddle, had a horse called Fanny running at Baldoyle racecourse back in 1962, just before the off the horse got loose and galloped off down the track, when it was eventually caught the horse was in no fit state to run and had to be withdrawn. I was there that day with my dad, and the announcement come over the PA system “Lady Ann Biddle’s Fanny has just been scratched” Oh those innocent days of yore.
What did the butler see anyway? you hear it a lot but nobody seems to know what he actually saw?
almost as bad as the guy who had a horse he called “two balls”?? and had that scratched!
Ok…it’s 1967,a Saturday morning-and I’m out with the coalman,doing my ‘Saturday Job’ [which all young teens had in those days]. It started with arriving at the coalyard,finding out who wanted what,filling all the sacks as required [ie,coal,coke,‘best’,sharpies,large,small-cut,etc] amnd loading them onto the truck. Then we used to go to Jim’s Cafe,where a big brekkie was the order of the day [and in truth,the only meal of the week I’d eat]
This particular Saturday,the other coalmen were all perusing papers,looking at runners in the National. Slim asked me which one I fancied-he’d put a shilling on for me. I had NO [munch,munch] interest or [chomp,chomp] knowledge of such things,so I said [scoff,scoff] THAT one-and pointed at a rather nice name. Ok,yes,the other ‘Saturday Boys’ all laughed,scoffed,told me I was ‘a tit’…and the coalmen weren’t much better OR much less scornful.
Ok…fast-forward one week…
Done all the loading and stacking,got to the [drool] door of Jim’s Cafe for that GLORIOUS meal I dreamed of all week…Slim said “You go in,I’ll just be a second”. So I pushed the door open,walked in…and a MASSIVE round of applause and congratulations,back-slapping and “Howja do that,kid?!”-type greeting met me. I had NO idea what/what/what???..but it turhed out al the otyer horses had falen over,so MY choice,that name that I just liked-but my cooked breakfast was far more important-who was trundling along at the very back,sort of ‘stepped over’ them,then pootled off to the winning post! Yeah…1967. Foinavon. I,via Slim,got 100/1 odds,when my shilling was put on! So,for a shilling,I won £5…which was TEN Saturday Job days,all in one!
[money was a bit more valued in those days,children…]
Great story Pug, well done you.
I remember that race, just goes to show ya anything can win the Grand national, best to just stick a pin in the paper and to hell with the experts.
If Roy Rogers horse was called Trigger and his dog was called bullet, what was his cat called?
https://i.postimg.cc/2jPbjc3q/Trigger-stuffed.jpg
NEW YORK — A Nebraska cable TV network ponied up $266,500 for Roy Rogers’ stuffed and mounted horse, Trigger, at an auction in New York City on Wednesday (July 2010)
The movie cowboy’s faithful companion was bought by the cable company RFD-TV in Omaha, Neb., at a Christie’s auction of items from the now-closed Roy Rogers and Dale Evans Museum in Branson, Mo.
Roger’s first guitar was also auctioned on the same day and sold for $8,750.
By the way Roy and his wife Dale Evans had a cat called Pellet.