THE BRITISH THREAD

thank you s you have a way with words

actually I need a computer with sound card

however looking at the pics is ....well bloody boring actually

Went to John Lewis, to pick up the printer that was in for repair - and it's a brand new one! And it's got no instruction manual! I don't know how to put the inks in or anything, it's come with four discs, they all look the same to me, but they have different numbers on them, which one do I put in?

It's a HP Photosmart C3100 series.

Both cats are now asleep in the empty box... what is it with cats and boxes?

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they like them.

Don't do any Natural History programmes, will you stevie?

Attenborough - you are not!



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Right smorgsi girl, All the very very best to you for Christmas, all the best to Dorothy and the odd visitors we don't see all that often. Spendi you miserable pillock, I hope you have a rotten Christmas, burn the turkey, forget the pudding and have power cuts all day tomorrow.

As for my cockney friends and Steve and Chairman Mao, Well who gives a toss? But all the same, it is the season of goodwill, peace on the threads, heavenly asteroids raining down on London in the shape of white doves from Mathos.

All the best to all of you, just going to have a scan on the trivia, then get ready for the big party tonight.........Fancy dress as well, so I'll go as Bin Laden. Taxi will be here for 9 o'clock and the return at 7am tomorrow.

Have yourselves a merry, merry Christmas.

My eyes were wide when I first read The Wizard,
I was not shocked but I took a bit of fright,
Lest behind the curtains lurked there a waiting lizard
To bite my legs and eat up dear Mother quite.


Week by week I through all the wonders stare
No blush upon my innocence there ever came
But when I learned how ill the wiles of women were
I vowed I'd never fall before a dame.


I did not bother with the usual pangs of love
I skipped the fevered notes and trysts behind the barn.
Poor girls whose kisses pecked to shove,
Their sins I never dreamed of thinking on.


The pictures that I could see there drawn
Of heroes fighting lions or being gallant saints,
Sometimes I tried to copy them; to own.
With pencils and occasionally with cheap paints.


I could not guess how in later times
Those pages would be saved and kept with pride,
So off I'd go a leafy tree to climb
Or take my bike a winding country lane to ride.


Days of that childhood not knowing of the day,
Books to fling afar the lazy afternoons,
Hours in enchanted other worlds, a world away.
Nothing moves when sweetly trapped inside such swoons.


And then! The sirens wove their old-time magic spells,
And to my shame I rose and quit the graceful plot,
Into the fray I passed with other foolish swells,
And now I'm broken, busted, banjaxed. Clot!


But now that Christmastime has given pause to rest
I think I'll read again the wondrous tale of She
Obey we must or else avoid the pest
And return once more to the simple life of He.


(With the assistance of Andrew Lang ).

Thanks Mathos, and a merry christmas stuffing to you too.

(Panic here, is The Duck Done? How the ***** do I know. Its been in the oven, it looks done to me...what does the label say? etc etc)

In case His Royal Highness Dicky Attenborough (the most respected Icon in Britain, Honorary Baboon) is short of a PhD project for someone I humbly suggest determining why cats like boxes, both the inside and the outside, with a preference for inside looking out.

Merry Christmas to everyone, and in the spirit of the festive season, I include our very own James Hunt.

Chairman Mao, is that a reference to me?

What has a big, overweight, balding, squinty-eyed, self-opinionated megalomaniac got in common with me?

Oh, I see. :wink:

To all my friends and adversaries of the UK, HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON and a HAPPY, HEALTHY, NEW YEAR.

merci danke schoen

mon ami

graci

et vous

How was the duck? Dead by now?

(Saying for the 3.285th time Merry etc)

It was dead. And quite delicious thank you. Mrs S stepped backwards on cat, much squealing from her, but Barney was really very good about it, a few dropped knives etc and nearly a tray of potatos but Good Duck thank G...

But I do hope, Barney got the left-overs (and wasn't hurt by falling knives).

yes he did. And avoided cutlery. But nearly strangled by irate woman with tray of potatos. (He wasnt of course, he's too quick)

Wot you eatin' duck Xmas Eve for?
You gorn all European or wot?
We 'ad sarnies.
Poultry termorrer.

My wife told me we're having curry tonite.

I hope you get the ring of fire in the morning c.i.

She makes the mild kind, but I like mine spicy.

And? What's in the socks?

Wishing a nice and happy Christmas morning to all.