I live in Bournemouth.
I often visit the New Forest
Yes we are lucky to live in the South.
Hi I live in a forest!
we don’t need to visit the forest!
yes we are lucky to live in a forest!
Jem can you get some new script writers please?/
I can’t see the wood for the trees.
As for your Scoz accent!
Hello Ben, and a very warm welcome to you.
As you can see from post 14403 we are badly in need of new contributions.;-)
“Snow White lives in a forest glen
In a pretty little cottage with seven little men”
Oh my God, I hope the parish priest doesn’t get wise to that!
My late brother was a forester if that helps.
In the great forest in Windsor, there is a tree, my Dad and his brother carved their initials in the trunk, I can still see that, and it makes me happy. X
and gummy bear turned around to puggy bear and said “for feck sake get us out of these forest jokes”
we know need some big ben stories! he chimes a lot!!- and whilst ya here ben did anyone introduce ya to:
RJ - who keeps forgettin his name so we just call him RJ
Spittie - every hammerjackers friend
Jem - will take the ring offa ya finger and polish it down to nothing! and
Pug - he blows in and out like a bad smell
Sweetie Pie - to be taken in small bits oh and
Gumbud - always has a billabong to sell!
Big Ben has scaffolding up.
has he - he showed you what’s up his kilt did he??
Do lots of birds nest birds get under his kilt?
Depends the size of the perch.
Now you,ve got me all tongue tied Try again.
How many birds nest under his kilt? Depends on the size of the perch
good ben I tink ya gettin the idea - sharp and quick and then depart! - this is NOT a tea ladies club! - when ya canny find Jem he’ll be in his shed playing with his jewels and RJ careering down the hillside in his bath chair - shouting " this feckin things got no brakes - are ya tryin to kill me?? I’m trying to write a new ditty"
spittie chasing his out of control jackhammer down the hillside
and pug shouting - “sorry can’t stop - I’ve gotta rush off and save someone AGAIN!!”
and SP - just a mo - have to paint me fingernails!
I only paint my toenails.
Big Ben is the name of the bell, not the clock. Oh the bells the bells!
Oranges and Lemons and all that!
My Dad was born in the sound of the Bow Bells.
do you still get the ringin in ya ears??
Rings in my fingers and bells on my toes.
You know the rest.
I was finking Gummy, when it gets hot in Oz, do you go columbo?
Little Folk?
I think he was referring to Leprechauns, yesterdays topic Young Robert.
I am doing water at the Candy Bar if that helps.
I doubt it I was reliably informed that the water had been diluted.
Here is a random thought.
Imelda Marcos, she of the 2000 pairs of shoes complained after being arrested for fraud that she believed that only LITTLE FOLK pay taxes.
Ah yes the wee folk, never make them angry the old ones used to say.;-)
The Fairies by William Allingham
Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting for fear of little men.
Wee folk, good folk, trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap, and white owl’s feather.
Born within the sound of bow bells, a true cockney isn’t it?
The nearest I got to being a cockney was on my father’s side of the family. My dad was a very tall man and he was born with bow legs.
He worked as a waiter in a restaurant in London and he was very efficient when they were busy because he didn’t have to walk around the tables.
That’s Filli’s for you.