You get appointed to 'Catchfinder General' and get to round all the cats up!
Hardly seems worth the effort.
Have you never tried cat on toast with chips and HP sauce?
You bet, I thought everybody in Manchester had!
Oh, sorry your from the socceroo land.
Never mind, things have a habit of turning out ok eventually. :wink:
Extras last night anyone?
I am IN LOVE with Ricky Gervais.
x
I taped it, as there was the Nero thing on the other side, which was really good.
I shall watch both "Extras" and "The Sopranos" tonight, with a very large Indian meal.
So much for the diet.
Well it is Friday after all.
x
Ms Olga wrote-
Quote:So what comes after veteran?
Shagged out old has-been.
Hi beautiful Dorothy x
Spendi, are you familiar with any shagged out old has beens?
There was a pub in All Saints years ago, I can't fetch the name to mind right now, there were some good lessons in life to be obtained there and plenty of shagged out old has beens to boot.
The Landlord was a character, he used to go out most Saturdays with a hold all containing flash boots, skimpy speedo's and a ghoulish looking ski mask.
Then Ken Wolstenholme would refer to him as some fancy wrestler from hell or the Orient, he used to knock Mick McManus all over the ring or Jacky Palo. Then he'd be back at pulling pints and bouncing real hard men all over the vault.
I once asked him where he learned to wrestle. In here he said.
He introduced me to an old guy from Wigan sometime later called Ernie Riley. Take this lad and see if he can wrestle Ernie, see what you can do with him. He gave me an address of his gym on a pink coloured card of all things. Riley's Gym Wigan. I found it one dark night about 7pm it was a big shed on an allotment, no ring, just mats on the floor. Bit of a changing room a few loose weights chest expanders and other instruments of destruction, a tap outside to feed the water in. After your lesson and workout, you soaped up and turned the hose on the water went into a colander over your head. There was a giant of a black man went every week, he wrestled as Prince some one or another from Saudi Arabia. His real name was Harry, he came from Preston. He knocked me out cold one night with a fore-arm smash which he was really showing me how to execute.
You couldn't get experiences like that today!
What happened when they took the lad to see if he could wrestle Ernie?
That's what we all want to know not all this bullshit about how tough you are which is meant to imply that we had better be careful what we say to you you silly feewkinge arcellus rectus you.
Hiya Mathos-
Had a good day in the garden then. Gradual self flaggelation I call it for those who had the nurse pull the sticking plaster off slowly when they were tender little heartsluvvies.
I spell flaggelate like that because if I don't I'm reminded of something too horrible to contemplate.
You know Spendi, there are times when I would love to be in a room with you, just for five minutes.
Had to shelve my work today ugly features. My wife has a chest infection and is not so good. So Mathos, made breakfast, sorterd out some medicine for her via the doctors, collected the prescription, took two of the grandkids to school hoovered up, dusted mopped and general clean up, went and did the weekly shopping and made tea. Thats not bad for an arsehole is it?
A pal of mine called round as well with some stages of a book he is thinking of putting into print.
It's red hot.
I hate to think a book like this could be printed and fall into the wrong hands.
If he gets it printed, I'm going to fight to have it banned.
Well that's interesting, isn't it children?
Mathos, that bit about the Lanky wrestlers sounds like it was from Alf Tupper, the Tough of the Track. (Smorgs is too young to remember that, and probably LE too. Steve'll get it)
Lord Ellpus wrote:I taped it, as there was the Nero thing on the other side, which was really good.
I shall watch both "Extras" and "The Sopranos" tonight, with a very large Indian meal.
So much for the diet.
I did too, minus the Ruby.
Extras is very bleak, quirky. Loved The Sopranos, great stuff.
With you on that Mac there was another guy, small stocky chap used to wrestle and I can't think of his name, he did some good newspaper columns at one time. Then again, a lot of these guys were used as extras in television dramas or films. Pat Roache (deceased) being a prime example.
I'll try and think of his name, it will come. Maybe!
Was it Kendo nagasaki, Mick Mcmanus?
No. It was Gorilla Joe with a third big toe like a volcano waiting to blow bringing nothing but woe. So?
What's new smorgsy. Have you not been out in the thrumming streets of Manchester?
No, spendy
That's why I'm up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 9.14 on a Saturday morning.
I have a big 'doo' tonight though!
A 50th birthday party, I'm taking my camera btw...
I can't decide whether to blow the money on a new top and then eat beans 'till the 30th or go and find something I've not worn for a while in my vast walk-in wardrobe!
I think I'll phone a friend.
Or find myself a sugar daddy? After all, then I would live up to the image (that some of you have) of women being vacuous wallet-spotters...
Why, I've just spotted an IDAHO potato sack in the corner! If Marylin can where one... so can I!
smorgs - you shall go to the Ball!
