it’s not fair to blame the digger driver, especially if he’s visually impaired, it’ll be his guide dog not giving clear instruction...
Just went to get some cat food from my local garden center/pet food store and the music that greeted me was Jingle Bells. WTF, it’s only mid November. I blame Dave @Tiglet
Well there’s 2 things that look like cats hogging my chairs, and they’re curled up like cats, so my guess is that they are actually 2 spoilt moggies.
So went into costas with my reusable coffee cup, my little bit to help save the planet, handed it over for them to put the coffee in, they went and made the coffee in a paper cup then poured that into my reusable one. No wonder the worlds in this state, it’s guys like that that end up running the country!
Duck, this chap seems as though you and he would get on. If only he didn’t live in the early 1800’s. His name is Jeremy Bentham. He had a cat called The Reverend John Langholme, slept with his pet pig and even had a pet teapot named Dickey. He should clearly be an honorary posthumous member of the Forum. In 1831 he asked London City Council if he could replace the shrubs by his driveway with mummified corpses, which would be memorials to the dead and “more aesthetic than flowers”. Don’t tell Stan that though! You can see what’s left of him ‘preserved’ in UCL. Edit: Dunno if this should go in the Pets thread or here as Ducks amiable eccentricity spans so many topics from stuffed tigers to sentient plants.
Just got back from a couple of days in Manchester. I managed the trip without having to talk to any locals and thus let it be known I’m a posh southerner. I escaped alive. Anyway, the rant is about the quality of hotels. I was in the Mercure Manchester Piccadilly and was kept awake by a couple trying to record the Audio for the next Shades of Grey film. The farm yard noises went on for hours, with her being particularly loud and repeatedly shouting to the world she was ‘on her way’ - or something to that effect... The walls are clearly too thin and sound proofing should be improved, alternatively maybe the reception could hold a supply of gags for those that are exhibitionists and just bloody showing off? Sadly I don’t have any photos to prove this - shame really as she was quite hot and I’m sure there those of us who could learn something from the chaps technique.
You sure they weren’t just playing monopoly? Sounds more like a game of monopoly to me... will you guys have monopoly in the bunkhouse?
She repeatedly announced that she was "on her way"??!! Did she ever finally announce "I've arrived!"??? Goal-directed behavior is great--if you finally attain your goal.
The whereabouts of Dicky is uncertain. There are rumours that it’s living with a family of plastic plates and a chipped milk jug somewhere just outside Dagenham. These are unsubstantiated claims and could be apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate.
Experienced something similar while on holiday in Rome. The couple next door first spent hours shouting at each other before proceeding to make up... The walls where so thin you could make out every word. It was Italian though - the one word I did (towards the end of the "making up") understand was her screaming "dio, dio, dio, dio"...
I disagree. Firstly it is probably the Treasury Solicitor (not FCO) defending an action brought by the parents. Secondly, and while understanding as best I can, their grief.......I find their behaviour and appetite for publicity increasingly bizarre. Courts do justice and I don’t think they want vengeance. All the evidence points to a tragic accident that would likely attract a heavy fine. The driver had her own kids in the car and they were all doubtless traumatised. What may look like ‘fleeing the jurisdiction ‘ has less sinister explanations if you think about it. I suspect Plod gave them the nod to go home and the Embassy was equally keen to facilitate. Would we hound and detain a French tourist doing something similar outside Dover?
