smorgs wrote: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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Nice one, Smorgy. Result!
Nothing like putting on a warm pair of knickers. (I often wear the wife's)
Now I've got to iron some shirts.
I actually prefer a cold pair of knickers on my bottom.
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Hot off the press...
They are making another series of 'On the Fiddle' and it's being filmed at MY Jobcentre!
Fame at last!
No autographs please - and they can only film me from the right.
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Think i'm moving to pommy land.
ones got cold knickers the other on is on the fiddle!
ok girls I'm your man.
don't fiddle on me knickers
for that would sure be wrong
if you fidlle on my knickers
you'll be in jail ere long
don't fiddle on my knickers
e'en though i ask you too
don't fiddle on my knickers
(just give 'em a pinch or two)
Nowdinow ladle teeziweez petsiwetsie plushlush stickalips apert like MIsty Morerawlings didded up the cul-de-sack udderwise nown as Gashwerks Chuff.
Tempestuating these himoccents with cods and blinkings and coloureidescapes offed pantiepantie down round uncles in zee laydays craptinhide in Knobcente-fold mindsaye feetafootawide and Charminchafe Govointment tisheews on pantplashed finkerenk.
Bumshee the bludgeons with yer misstry dysstunce.
They cream for thee.
Loved the guy. Still play him from time to time. Brilliant.
British genius.
Just back from Mersea Island.
Bought some oysters in the Mersea Oyster Restaurant (or similar name), but ate at the Victory, opposite, less crowded.
Beach amazingly warm and strewn with live oysters. Opened one but thats as far as it went. Slightly green and glowing, nothing of course to do with the decaying Bradwell nuclear power station on the other side of the river.
Lots of sailing boats moored up. One or two towed about by tractor.
Not exactly the most heart thumping exciting place on earth, but very pleasant for all that. Some interesting bits of cliff fallen down, but not on us.
Then to Wivenhoe an interesting little port on the river Colne near Colchester. Was instructed to drive around and pick up VIPs at a certain point at designated time, but managed to down a quick half which was most satisfying..
Traffic in Colchester worse than in Roman times. Then on A12 back home.
Thats all for now folks.
sorry abotu last post
it had nothing to do with stanley unwin dp's knickers or smorgies gasman
prize for anyone who can link all with oysters.
Smorgs is the pearl in ... knickers.
not bad Walter, you forgot to fit in the gas fitter though.
Quote:it had nothing to do with stanley unwin dp's knickers or smorgies gasman
now, this is what I call a British thread...
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Quote:Bought some oysters in the Mersea Oyster Restaurant (or similar name), but ate at the Victory, opposite, less crowded.
Mmmmm, I love oysters, only had them twice in my life!
Love Fruit de Mer
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Not to keen on oysters meself, although Fruits de Mer is/are good.
Wasn't Colchester England's first capital?
I don't even know where it is, Ellpus!
Is it daaaaawn saaaawf?
(shame, shame)
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It was the first Roman capital of Britain.
smorgs wrote:I don't even know where it is, Ellpus!
Is it daaaaawn saaaawf?
(shame, shame)
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East, Sarah. It's very much an army town, with large barracks full of 7ft blokes with broken noses. It's where my son did his MB Degree, and he says that the place is a complete dump. Everyone used to stay on campus and drink at the very cheap student's bar.
You haven't missed much if you haven't been there, Sarahg.
According to Mrs. Walter (by telephone interview) it's indeed a place with barracks, round-abouts and traffic.
Walter, the student high rise blocks at the University look very similar to the elephant house at Regents Park Zoo.
They had the same smell as well
