McTag wrote:Good on yer, Mathos, me old fruit.
Hey where's Smorgs, gone walkabout no doubt, a woman of mystery for sure. She's probably gone to buy more gusset bleach.
I've been to the Bull's Head in Granby Row, a fine city hostelry, had more than strictly speaking is good for me of Hobgoblin Ale, and had a full English on Station Approach on the way home.
You mean the traditional full English vomit?
Steve 41oo wrote:McTag wrote:Good on yer, Mathos, me old fruit.
Hey where's Smorgs, gone walkabout no doubt, a woman of mystery for sure. She's probably gone to buy more gusset bleach.
I've been to the Bull's Head in Granby Row, a fine city hostelry, had more than strictly speaking is good for me of Hobgoblin Ale, and had a full English on Station Approach on the way home.
You mean the traditional full English vomit?
No vomiting on an empty stommick
No indeed, fried egg, sausage, bacon, beans, tomato, declined black pudding (you never know), toast and coffee. £2.80, a bargain.
McTag wrote:Steve 41oo wrote:McTag wrote:Good on yer, Mathos, me old fruit.
Hey where's Smorgs, gone walkabout no doubt, a woman of mystery for sure. She's probably gone to buy more gusset bleach.
I've been to the Bull's Head in Granby Row, a fine city hostelry, had more than strictly speaking is good for me of Hobgoblin Ale, and had a full English on Station Approach on the way home.
You mean the traditional full English vomit?
No vomiting on an empty stommick
No indeed, fried egg, sausage, bacon, beans, tomato, declined black pudding (you never know), toast and coffee. £2.80, a bargain.
Thats amazing. I had bacon egg mushrooms tomatoes tea and 2 bits of bread for £3.75 yesterday, and I thought that was good value.
Mathos wrote-
Quote: has encouraged them to throw you down in muddy puddles and tweak your nipples at will.
How do you know I'm not a bit partial to that sort of thing. In theory I mean.
I had a tin of Baxter's Scotch Broth with organic bread rolls and hummus followed by a Hob-Nob for about 46 pence and it took five or six minutes and I only missed the presentation of the Man-Of-The-Match award in the Australian/India tupping contest. I watched a re-run of the highlights and a discussion about the match whilst drinking my tea with a fairly thin slice of chocolate roll and a couple of roll-ups.
I had had beans on toast three days running so I thought I had earned a special treat.
has encouraged them to throw you down in muddy puddles, **** on you and tweak your nipples at will.
Oi! Dickhead... If you quote me, quote me as it is, don't simply pull the bits out that suit your bloody interests to quote! Because, that's a nasty underhanded method of working and it gets me all riled up, aggravated and mad, especially when I am suffering with this fag job in one way or another right now!
And yes, I envy you your roll ups in a manner of speaking and at this moment in time. However, I am not going back there, I'll learn to live without the fags. In the long run, it will be better for me at the end of all this crap! I hope.
Now I was having trouble breathing, Doc said, with stopping smoking and doing all the exercises, I had exacerbated the removal of tar deposits from my lungs, causing a form of blockage of the airways. So he fixed me up with some medicines to ease the breathing and remove the contamination. He advised me to cut down on the exercises for a while and let nature take its course in cleaning the lungs up. Now I don't think I agree with his suggestion, it will or could take ten years or so to clear them up if I simply let nature take it's course. If I push the **** out with exercise, ok it might cause me a few problems like this, but surely it will clean the lungs up in a 'fraction of the time?'
Are there any whiz kid medics on the Brit thread who can give advice on that theory of mine?
One baffled Mathos!
What a load of old boring codgers you are!
Muckty:
I don't need gusset bleach, my gussets are always stain-free and fragrant - thank you very much.
Mathos:
I heard that when you smoke, you destroy the tiny hairs that are designed to stop particulates from entering the lungs (I think they are called sillia?) When you stop smoking, they grow back, they can cause respiratory problems sounding very similar to your own. Everyone I know (who has stopped smoking) has, in the early days, felt very rough and had chest problems, which DO go away. Keep it up, I'm proud of you, your a better man than I, Gunga Din.
suspension,
Beans on toast? Three days on the run? Glad I wasn't under your duvet! Or don't you have a duvet, just old army blankets? I hate Scotch Broth btw, just wanted to share that, in case you were thinking of having a smorgs for tea. Pearl barley is a heinous thing.
I love old fashioned hardware shops.
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Oh, and btw, I've bin EFFING BUSY!
Am I the only one here who actually works for a living?
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Did she sing 'What's it all about, Chesty?'
(I was racking my brains for a Cilla song to pun)
Anyway, I'm not allowed to talk to you, otherwise Mumpad will get me...
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I tried with the cilla pun too and couldn't find one
Mumpad said "correct!".
Oh yeah? Mumpad and who's army.
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Got to go and get me pinny on now. AND I've got me hair in rollers, AND I'm wearing knackered slippers...
Must look like Nellie Smorgs.
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Hell hath no fury smorgs.
Than an Australian who's lost the cricket?
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Forget to say Hiya to Stevie.
'Hiya Steve'
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Scorn, scorn, scorn...
And what's she gonna do about it?
Drive three days through the outback, then take a charter to Alice Springs, then take a 24 hour flight to Heathrow, get ripped off by a cabbie for the journey to Euston Station, then (if she's lucky) get on a train that's working for the 2.5 hour journey to Manchester, then the 169 bus to Princess Parkway, then a 41 to my gaff and beat me up?
(smorgs now runs away, shitting herself and wishing she'd bought more gusset bleach).
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Her younger brother is a butcher at the Doncaster markets.
He should be there any tick of the clock.
