McT wrote:
Quote: No your gas saga is not boring everyone or anyone...strikes me that you could sell that story to the Sunday papers for £20000 or adjacent. A big wedge, anyway. You nearly got killed.
Good idea!
News of the World could cover it, with a picture of me in the bath, with strategically placed soap suds, looking anxious, with the headline:
FEMINIST NEARLY DIES IN BATH!
"I come over all queer, whilst shaving me legs" Said Sarah, attractive, forty nine year old from South Manchester, known as 'smorgs' to her friends. "I thought it was me blocked flu, but the heating engineer said it was more likely a crack in my seal".
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Better a crack in your seal than a seal in your crack!
I've got a mate who's one of the bigwigs on the Sunday Mirror if you're interested, Sarah.
Glad to hear that they're fixing it, though.
The Wilsmlow Express would pay less, I suppose.
Q. What's the difference between a Vicar, and a woman having a bath?
A. One has a soul full of hope.........
smorgs wrote:Muckty,
I am I the only person who didn't know that Torchwood was an anagram of Dr Who?.......
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I don't know if anyone saw this programme, but.....
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=84888
smorgs wrote:McT wrote:
Quote: No your gas saga is not boring everyone or anyone...strikes me that you could sell that story to the Sunday papers for £20000 or adjacent. A big wedge, anyway. You nearly got killed.
Good idea!
News of the World could cover it, with a picture of me in the bath, with strategically placed soap suds, looking anxious, with the headline:
FEMINIST NEARLY DIES IN BATH!
"I come over all queer, whilst shaving me legs" Said Sarah, attractive, forty nine year old from South Manchester, known as 'smorgs' to her friends. "I thought it was me blocked flu, but the heating engineer said it was more likely a crack in my seal".
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I'd buy a red-top for that....
MANCHESTER WOMAN IN GAS HORROR
"I was saved by my big breaths, gasped plucky Sarah"
Ellpus, what have I told you about those knicker jokes?
I see your wallowing in more crap Spendi. The sun shines on the righteous eh? All those females Spendi, and your afraid of 'em! Poor lad.
Mac, that was a gradely move, calling in to see smorgsi, quite the ladies man on the quiet.
Hey Up smorgsi, builders bums and no hot water, what on earth is Manchester coming to?
M6 was like a river today, road spray like pea soup and loopy folk swerving about all over the place.
Its good to be home!
Anybody watching the programme about homing pigeons?
Fascinating...
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Mathos wrote-
Quote:I see your wallowing in more crap Spendi. The sun shines on the righteous eh? All those females Spendi, and your afraid of 'em! Poor lad.
Too true. They are very dangerous. Skin of the teeth job more often than is comfortable.
I don't much go for the tame ones you see. The Chief of the General Staff went down to a wild one if you remember. The Chief of the bloody General Staff!!!! And Sven had to really tough it out. Look at old Profumo. Government brought low.
They scare me to death mate. They don't call that one-shot addictive version of Coke "crack" for nothing you know.
I bet you wouldn't date any female with an IQ over 50.
Why on earth do you make a competition out of it Spendi, it ain't half hot when you get down to it with a clear mind 'old lad!'
What can I do with my daughter that doesn't cost much money? It's half term and the thought of spending any time in the sweaty, packed Wacky Warehouse fills me with dread.
Perhaps you are not as familiar with the writings of Messrs Greer, Burchill, Pith-Kethley, Mitford, and Mesdames de Staal and Pompadour as I unfortunately am.
I think this must be one of the most fecund threads on A2K. Well done Smorgiechops.
(plenty nonsense, loadsa rubbish, but fecundity you bet)
Dorothy Parker wrote:Ignore my last post.
Okay, but if you don't want to go to the Wacky Warehouse, why do you go to the Wacky Warehouse?
Take her on a canal walk around Castlefield, and tell her if she doesn't stop mithering, she's going in the canal.
Gee- that reminds me of a scene in Ulysses that beats Dickens out of sight.
"One penny of the twopence her father had given her for a bun and a glass of milk for herself she spends on culture. She buys a covereless copy of Charendal's French primer and, prize in hand, meets and hails her brother, Stephen, at a neighbouring bookstall.
" 'What did you buy that for?' he asked. 'Too learn French?'
"She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.
"Show no surprise. Quite natural.
" ' Here', Stephen said. 'It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.'
" 'Some,' Dilly said. 'We had to.'
"She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul. Salt green death.
"Agenbite of Inwit. Inwit's Agenbite.
"Misery! Misery!"
(His sisters had used his books to heat the water to wash his father's shirts in.)
I saw a girl something like that once begging in a street in Dublin.
It broke my f*****g heart. And I'm a cynical asshole.
I shudder to think how the 4X4 drivers of Richmond might be described.
Mornin' all!
I'm lovely and toasty...
Hope the aga-saga didn't bore you rigid!
It's really nice to see a row of knickers drying once again on the radiator!
It's a collective noun you know - 'a radiator of knickers'.
... and I'm looking out on a murder of crows in the garden!
(not really, but I like that collective noun)
Hope y'all have a good day.
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Hey if the 4 x 4 drivers of Richmond have to pay £750 to park on the street, I can forsee quite a few of the leafy front gardens being converted for parking.
And where will we be then?
-Richmond, says Steve
Which will begin to resemble parts of Enfield or Finsbury Park.
No action without a reaction: McTags first law of motion. They know not what they do.
So I say, they better tighten up the planning laws (penalty: death) before the residents start removing trees and grubbing up bushes.
