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I don't normally watch adverts, but this one popped up in a youtube video today so I searched it out, brilliant!

I'm confused, does this mean Phil has to go and eat a kangaroo goolie to get food for the others?

Is it force or just apathy? The majority don't bother voting for things as they can't be arsed. Most human beings are lazy and it takes a lot to get them motivated. The great unwashed will pay money to keep some sad bastard in a dance competition or crawling through slime and insects, but think it too much effort to walk to a ballot station and put a cross on a piece of paper. The vocal minority put the effort in and get the result they want.

Don't dwell on it too much, you'll only upset yourself.

Mr Cooper, a well known resident who liked to complain. He carried a clear plastic bag with all his previous letters and replies to the council with him when he went out and would stop you in the street and show you them to prove various points. Whatever you talked about he would insist he had worked in that particular field (once told me he had the Victoria Cross). One day when out I walked on the road side of a bus shelter just as he walked on the footway side so we wouldn't bump into each other. He wasn't a horrible bloke just relentless, you could lose half a day just saying hello. I was once walking past the flats he lived in and saw him and a colleague on his living room balcony talking. The colleague looked at me as I walked past and mouthed the words 'shoot me'. RIP Gerald Cooper, they don't make them like you any more. Old chief exec who should have been sectioned at birth, brought up by a famous east end vicar, a proper loon he was. He left to run a big housing association (still there). I was in a new job, no longer working for him and when I saw him walk into the office as I was drafting a plan I ducked behind my very large drawing board. I lifted my head a minute or so later to see if the coast was clear and he was the other side of the board waiting for me to appear. He asked me why I was hiding from him, I said it was because he was a scary bastard and no good ever came of meeting him previously. He laughed and walked off saying I had never had it so good working for him. His mum has a Spitalfield Life page. It has the man sleeping in a coffin picture at the bottom. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/11/21/irene-stride-remembers-spitalfields/

I'm a delight for instance.

Thank you Pedro, but it's not for me. I've done it before for about 10 years on XRV.org.

No, the 'formerly alive' down and out who had a little tent and was living in there got a bit murdered.

I don't think I'd go through there at night, people sometimes live in there and one was murdered a few years ago. We had a colleague, circa 2002, who we nicknamed the Ninja because he looked like a baddy from a Karate Kid film. He actually was a highly rated martial arts fan as well. The cemetery is right next to our then offices. He took a shortcut through there at lunchtime whilst carrying a very obvious metal lap top case. Three of the local upstanding youth asked him to hand it over and then laid hands upon him. He returned with a torn shirt, still holding the lap top case, but it now had head shaped dents in it. I have actually found a picture of him that I'd added a speech bubble to from back then. He's talking to the world's most most boring Australian who was with us for about a year.

Took a very rainy short cut through an east London cemetery. "I know", thought I. "I'll take some pictures!" A Cockney Boot Hill. I reckon they filmed Amy Winehouse in there. Council lets it grow wild now, I keep meaning to get in and take pictures at Bluebell or Snowdrop time. I didn't have the heart to take a picture of the large group of very small headstones where all the children are buried.

I have never been more aroused!

As Pete is currently saying, you can't beat an oldie (they bruise like a peach for one thing).

Ramps, have you no reading glasses?

I buy these by the hundred pairs. Been using them every ride since about 1990 when I got sick of still hearing 'engine' for hours after a long trip. I was once the only person to sleep at a camp site when a baby screamed shrilly all night. I was using my bike jacket as a pillow so I could get the ear plugs out of the case on my key ring straight away. They also stopped me murdering my son when he was crying for hours as a baby, they just take the edge off of it. I recently bought a Sena 10s wossname and I have been able to take phone calls up to 70mph with ear plugs in and with it set at max volume. I know what they are saying, but not always who they are just by recognising the voice, they seem to hear me okay as well. On the odd occasion I ride around town with no ear plugs I have to remember to turn the volume down or my head would explode if someone rang.

She's a good girl though. Always checks the L10 level before driving the car.

I've been driving by Braille at night since 1983, I'm lucky if the road edges in the countryside have white lines so I can see where the edge is. My solution has been to just go slower.

Thank god it didn't happen last month.....

Plum Twins.

I saw that you tube video, I think it was the first Dobbs one I ever saw, I like his videos. Not a good place to visit in bad weather with miniscule or missing mudguards and open face crash hat!

This is Polish hackers I reckon.

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They had different jobs in 1918. Some sort of early vagazzle or perhaps just water proofing it.

No explanation, they did have a tag with the room number on, so I know they weren't left behind by the previous occupant.

It seemed to be in the middle of the countryside, only fields across the road.