Norfolk? Shirley not? Here in Norfolk we'd refer you to certain parts of Lincolnshire. Impaludism certainly threw the spellchecker though, as apparently did spellchecker.
If I recall, neighbouring Baldock was for many years home to the Ridgid Tool Company. A quick Google reveals they've moved to London and major in threading and roll grooving. They can also supply you a Scout locator. The choir boy locator is coming soon.
Utterly splendid, and congrats to all the team, with a special rasing of the hat/glass to Lewis Page for coming up with the "short 'naut". Wonderful. More please.
Judging by the state of some of the innocent white flesh in Newquay, any shark taking a bite would die in unspeakable agony of something unimaginably horrible in about 30 seconds. I have an idea......
Some years ago I was following a Volvo estate down a quiet Norfolk lane at about 20 mph.. Slightly bizarrely, given the type of car and the location, its number plate was SPL 1F Or maybe not bizarrely at all,
And so many idiots missing the point - if queues are forming outside a polling station then it's up to the returning officer to lay on more staff, booths etc to make sure everyone can vote, or so the Electoral Commission say, but, hey, what do they know?
And what about the polling station which managed to run out of ballot papers?
"We employ highly-professional rail community officers who work closely with the British Transport Police in protecting the security of passengers on the rail network." Nope, you employ minimum wage numpties in hi-viz jackets and idiots like Stwewart and you're not really protecting anybody from anything.
Do your job- get the fucking trains working properly!
It's a herring gull, big vicious bastard, have your hand off given half a chance, so that's probably a Tesco large wholemeal unsliced it's got there, if not a small child.
Upto a point, but totally agree about the PFI bit at the end. The thought of the sort of fatcat gobblydyspeak fuckwits who seem to land all the major PFI contracts being let anywhere near the magnificent Air Sea Rescue service fills me with horror. If they can't even run a hospital (which is fixed to the ground, but given their profit above all ethos, probably not very well), god knows what they'll do to a squadron or two of helicopters. My heart sinks. If you want to see just how good ASR is, google 771 Squadron, and weep for the future.
We were staying in a pub in Chatham for the weekend a few months back. Went down to the bar at about 5.30 on a Friday afternoon and the place was crawling with plod, uniforms, dog handlers, dogs, plain clothes, WPCs outside the Ladies. and probably a SWAT team outside as well. When they all finally left, we asked the manager person what the frikkin hell was going on. "They're just checking my licence" came the answer. I can't imagine what they'd do if they had to go in to break up a fight.
The pub is described as one of the jewels in the brewer's crown. If that's a jewel f*** knows what the rest of them must be like. OK, the pub was the Ship and Trades and the brewer is Shepherd Neame. Not going back while I've still got a pulse so don't care.
Like anything else about ID cards and databases (and most everything else, come to that) put out by this clapped out power crazed excuse for a government, this latest is a mixture of weasel words, dissembling, half truths and probably lies as well.
Oliver Cromwell to Parliament: "You have sat too long for any good you have been doing lately. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go." That was in 1653, and pretty damn appropriate for 2009 too.
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Used to be a Volvo round here wearing SPL 1F. That's right, a Volvo.
A Question
Am I the only one who read the title as "CERN's BOSOM HUNTERS...."?
Thought not.
(Smirk/snigger icon please)
And...
Don't forget "Bored of" etc. It's "Bored with" you idiots!
Impaludism?
Norfolk? Shirley not? Here in Norfolk we'd refer you to certain parts of Lincolnshire. Impaludism certainly threw the spellchecker though, as apparently did spellchecker.
I remember...
1. Deep fried battered mushrooms, chips and a pickled onion or two, but it was a long time ago and that chippy is long gone now. Sadly.
2. Fried hogs pudding, egg and chips. Lovely!
Beer
Brilliantly Engineered Eartshattering Rocketship?
Is it Friday yet?
re Guess it's small....
....with a short 'naut ((c) Lewis Page, wish I'd thought of it first.)
Baldock
If I recall, neighbouring Baldock was for many years home to the Ridgid Tool Company. A quick Google reveals they've moved to London and major in threading and roll grooving. They can also supply you a Scout locator. The choir boy locator is coming soon.
re Hammer
Birmingham screwdriver, shirley?
First bit
of common sense I've heard all day Thank'ee, sir.
Pedant alert ll
Well said, sir! And it cannot be said too many times. And the same applies to bored.
Seven weeks and counting
Ann's Pasties in Lizard Village, best in the world, and go down very well with a pint or two of Doom Bar.
WTF?
OMFG - that is all.
@ Mike Richards
And don't forget the arsenic - a little goes a long way.
Pint cos it's twenty past five on Friday - no arsenic in mine, thank you.
re In further news
Emmit oppressors, boy, emmit oppressors.
Splendid!
Utterly splendid, and congrats to all the team, with a special rasing of the hat/glass to Lewis Page for coming up with the "short 'naut". Wonderful. More please.
Innocent white flesh?
Judging by the state of some of the innocent white flesh in Newquay, any shark taking a bite would die in unspeakable agony of something unimaginably horrible in about 30 seconds. I have an idea......
Am I the only one
to have read her name as Sakeena Shagger?
Hats off!
Hear, hear, Mr Cowherd.
I prefer a 12 bore to a rod, but I'll swap you half a dozen pigeons for a couple of pollock.
Gussets...
Snigger - fnarr - snigger.
Brilliant stuff, keep up the good work, but who's looking after Aladdin?
fleshpaperRe - Damn Merkins will invent more unecessary words
What's "incompassing"?
Not to mention
The sudden change of typeface in "Claim your ticket...."
Damn!
Can I be the 493rd person to say Playmobil or it didn't happen?
Beer? It's Friday. No more need be said.
Or slightly amusing.
Some years ago I was following a Volvo estate down a quiet Norfolk lane at about 20 mph.. Slightly bizarrely, given the type of car and the location, its number plate was SPL 1F Or maybe not bizarrely at all,
Genius
Pure genius. IKB would be proud.
What kept them?
Scole Inn, Norfolk, 3rd June 2010. Christmas 2010 menus on the bar. I have the pictures. Wazzers.
Beer, because, well, it is a pub and the beer's OK.
2 year guarantee??
Blimey, they are cutting back. When I bought my Leica bins some years back they came with a 30 year guarantee.
@ Code Monkey
Here, here, sir!
And so many idiots missing the point - if queues are forming outside a polling station then it's up to the returning officer to lay on more staff, booths etc to make sure everyone can vote, or so the Electoral Commission say, but, hey, what do they know?
And what about the polling station which managed to run out of ballot papers?
Blast, bor!
And I thought Canaleja were just t'other side of Garboldisham!
Oh no you don't.
"We employ highly-professional rail community officers who work closely with the British Transport Police in protecting the security of passengers on the rail network." Nope, you employ minimum wage numpties in hi-viz jackets and idiots like Stwewart and you're not really protecting anybody from anything.
Do your job- get the fucking trains working properly!
No sir!
It's a herring gull, big vicious bastard, have your hand off given half a chance, so that's probably a Tesco large wholemeal unsliced it's got there, if not a small child.
Blimey!
Too much time on your hands? And you still forgot Slut's Hole Lane and Upper Goat Lane. County of Norfolk, where else?
Vengeance!
Maybe it was some little scrote who'd crossed his path before and it seemed like a chance too good to miss?
Re: Bang
Looks like in the US he just plain got charred!
Re: All looked ok...
Upto a point, but totally agree about the PFI bit at the end. The thought of the sort of fatcat gobblydyspeak fuckwits who seem to land all the major PFI contracts being let anywhere near the magnificent Air Sea Rescue service fills me with horror. If they can't even run a hospital (which is fixed to the ground, but given their profit above all ethos, probably not very well), god knows what they'll do to a squadron or two of helicopters. My heart sinks. If you want to see just how good ASR is, google 771 Squadron, and weep for the future.
Can I be the first....
to say "Pictures or it didn't happen"?
Time for a "Pictures or it didn't happen" icon, methinks?
Ares 1?
I can't be the only one who read that as Arse 1, can I? Oh.....
Hillman Gimp?
Lester, Lester, is that you out there?
@ AC 09:49 Last paragraph
Hear, hear, sir!
But still wish I could be there tomorrow. Hope y'all have a great day and we look forward to the pictures. (Hmmm....)
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Twatdangle 1, registration G-ODFO, got to be.
WTF
are creative meal solutions? Marketing spokeswankers!
Kent Police - Not Surprised
We were staying in a pub in Chatham for the weekend a few months back. Went down to the bar at about 5.30 on a Friday afternoon and the place was crawling with plod, uniforms, dog handlers, dogs, plain clothes, WPCs outside the Ladies. and probably a SWAT team outside as well. When they all finally left, we asked the manager person what the frikkin hell was going on. "They're just checking my licence" came the answer. I can't imagine what they'd do if they had to go in to break up a fight.
The pub is described as one of the jewels in the brewer's crown. If that's a jewel f*** knows what the rest of them must be like. OK, the pub was the Ship and Trades and the brewer is Shepherd Neame. Not going back while I've still got a pulse so don't care.
I give up
I give up. I despair. I've lost the will to live. And the worst thing is some fuckwit will buy them.
More bollocks
Like anything else about ID cards and databases (and most everything else, come to that) put out by this clapped out power crazed excuse for a government, this latest is a mixture of weasel words, dissembling, half truths and probably lies as well.
Oliver Cromwell to Parliament: "You have sat too long for any good you have been doing lately. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go." That was in 1653, and pretty damn appropriate for 2009 too.