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I got 6 or 700 quid for my non running, filth covered 103,000 miler. I was going to try and give it away, I needed the room so I could have a bike ramp, but found someone who wanted a rusty non running project. They got it running (badly) but have not heard anything since.

The same pictures from the start of this thread had some bloke on the Super Tenere forum mention that he had seen a video about the red lightship having a load of expanded foam removed from the hold. I asked if he had a link and he has delivered. Only seen a few minutes so far, but I was cracking up when the rotavator came in to play and the home made giant hoover is amazing.

It's a great weight off my mind.

God bless ya. My school was terrible. I will always remember when the lights went down for a slide show in a physics class some of the boys in my class were hawking up phlegm on to the ends of their (shatterproof) plastic rulers and twanging it across the room in the dark. Fucking animals some of them were. Similar stuff was going on all the time. Our music teacher could make a kid shit themselves in fear if he turned his attention on you, the bloke was a bloody midget mind you, which gives some idea of his personality when he could still dominate a room of the scum in my own class. He also taught Judo and Karate after school and had a reputation for battering anyone he thought was not paying attention. I came home one day in my first year after a music lesson where we all had to play the poxy recorder. If you don't put your thumb under the hole at the bottom properly you get a squealing noise. Someone out our 30 pupils was doing it so he made each person play the first few notes on our own so he could give the guilty one a slap. I was terrified because I think it was me, but couldn't tell properly with everyone else playing at the same time. I got my notes out okay which was a relief. I told my dad about a scary teacher called Mr Thacker and he laughed at me and said, "Do you mean Lionel?" My dad was one of the school caretakers during my first few years there.

Do me a favour Pete, can you swap the O and U around in the thread title. I have spelt it incorrectly (I have a real blind spot with that word) and it is winding me up. I have made direction signs to the place and even then I had to check on a map and in a dictionary before sending the drawings off to the sign makers. This is the result of an English Comprehensive education at a rough school.

I expect some flunky is screwing on a gold plated toilet seat as I type.

It is now obvious to me that the royal family read this forum, they are starting to use it as a sort of tourist guide for outings. So, a warning, no big ear jokes. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-10472235/Kate-Middleton-Prince-Charles-Camilla-visit-Trinity-Buoy-Wharf.html

Ahh yes, all through my youth I was told to not play that shitty loud music all the time, then one day it was, play the Daley Thompson song, play the Daley Thompson song.

I've been to a few pubs where you get at least one of those sort of characters, but getting them all together must be heaven for people watching. I was sat at a pub table with a colleague for lunch whilst at work. Sitting on the next table was a dangerous looking bloke and an old man who I had not only seen occasionally at work (selling raffle tickets for a hospice usually), but also in every pub I ever went in. The old man was obviously the worse for wear. He may have been called Joe but it's been a few years so not certain. Anyway, a young police constable came in followed by a bloke pressing a red stained towel to his neck, they approached the table with the two men previously described sitting at it. The policeman addressed the dangerous looking bloke like giving evidence in court. "Excuse me sir, this gentleman alleges that you argued with him in this pub toilet and then done him in the neck with a knife. I must ask you to stay seated until my colleague comes in and searches the toilet where the said incident took place." The thug at the table says something like, "It wasn't me, I've been sat at this table all afternoon, ask him, he's been with me the whole time haven't you", this pointing at the old bloke. The old bloke shook his head vigorously and then stared down at what was left of his pint. Another copper came and spoke to the young constable who then arrested and handcuffed the thug and led him out of the pub. The old bloke then stood up and asked me if I was going to finish my desert. I was leaving anyway so I handed it over. As I left I saw him drinking the small amount of beer left in my glass as well.

And of course you replied, "Madame, we have not been formally introduced!"

Battle for band name and Lionheart (2003–2006)[edit] In 1999, former members Graham Oliver and Steven Dawson registered 'Saxon' as a trade mark. They then maintained that they had exclusive rights to the name and tried to prevent Biff Byford and Saxon's promoters and merchandisers from using the name. Byford applied to the Trade Mark Registry to have the trade mark declared invalid. He applied on the basis that the registration had been obtained in bad faith and that he was entitled to prevent use of the trade mark by bringing an action for 'passing off', that is an action to stop others misrepresenting themselves as Saxon. In 2003, the High Court declared that it was Byford and the current members of the band who owned the name, and were therefore in a position to prevent Oliver and Dawson passing themselves off as Saxon.[10] After this Oliver and Dawson renamed their band Oliver/Dawson Saxon. I think I saw Oliver Dawson Saxon

I saw one of the Saxon groups a few years ago at a BMF show. Not this original Biff type singer, but they were still bloody good. Heavy Metal Thunder is regularly played in the garage, but not during work needing a gentle touch, Denim and Leather for that.

Yes, same here, I thought someone was yanking my chain (see what I did there). I barely believed the same sort of thing about the sandwich, cardigan or wellington boot, they are too familiar to be peoples' names. Perhaps one day people will look at an old tramp with no trousers on and his arse hanging out of a pair of grimy under-crackers and say to them selves, look at the state of his yens.

Or a piss only. They pretty much leave it up to you, they're not control freaks.

They usually just shrug it off. They lead the world in shrugging.

Crapping in the city is not as cheap as it used to be. The old saying, 'Here I sit broken hearted, paid my penny, only farted', no longer applies, it's around 50p to dump the kids off at the pool these days.

You have to be so careful with autocorrect.

It's a corker today. Underground Karzi. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/02/03/at-gods-convenience-o/

They used to play Big Balls by AC/DC there as well. You can't sing the chorus of that at the urinal.

You can't be French and not expect people to tell you to fuck off occasionally, that's just nature.

You're obsessed with man sex you are. Can't a few men stand an chat whilst holding their penis's without it being frowned upon?? Did Magna Carta die for nothing?

When a few of us used to go down the Green Gate on a Friday night this always seemed to come on when I was standing at the urinal pissed as a fart. I know I was pissed because I would be talking to other blokes trying to have a quiet piss whether they wanted to talk to me or not.

You know them stretchy net type bags you hang up with the balls of fat inside for the birds to eat in the winter??