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VIPs and rich people have a second bite at hte poisoned cherry of air-travel, too. They're far more likely to travel by helicopter which seems often to be a rich man's way of killing himself.
Helicopters don't fly...they just beat the air into submission.
Helicopters don't fly...they just beat the air into submission.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrdpb-jhHP4
Penarth - Welsh seaside resort.
Garth - Comic strip action hero from the 40s to the 90s.
Penarth - Welsh seaside resort.
Garth - Comic strip action hero from the 40s to the 90s.
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It ain't that bad - if you're fat enough to be worried, you'll overhang the dial so no one will be able to read it.
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This one is almost worse...
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2014/oct/01/banksy-mural-clacton-racist
Because it's about racism doesn't mean it's racist.
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2014/oct/01/banksy-mural-clacton-racist
Because it's about racism doesn't mean it's racist.
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Sadly now vandalised.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bristol-29703870
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bristol-29703870
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I'm over six feet - though not by as much as I used to be.
The other day I was at the 'orriblemarket looking at the second-hand food[1] display when I noticed a pair of invasion barges pulling up beside me. I wear UK size 11 or 12, my wife wears UK3. These were bigger than mine by the same amount that mine are bigger than hers. The Squid (my wife) comes up to my heart - and that's about how far up I came on this bloke.
I tried not to look up - but did catch a sneaky peek in the reflection of the cabinet.
[1] That's what reduced to clear is called in our family.
The other day I was at the 'orriblemarket looking at the second-hand food[1] display when I noticed a pair of invasion barges pulling up beside me. I wear UK size 11 or 12, my wife wears UK3. These were bigger than mine by the same amount that mine are bigger than hers. The Squid (my wife) comes up to my heart - and that's about how far up I came on this bloke.
I tried not to look up - but did catch a sneaky peek in the reflection of the cabinet.
[1] That's what reduced to clear is called in our family.
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Can't put our youngest cat Claud out yet - he hasn't been chipped, so he wouldn't be able to get back in.
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They can always knock it down...
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Dunno why, but it reminds me of Clockwork Orange.
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Two single garages just sounds inefficient. Unless of course one partner knows damned well that the other will take over both if it was a double. Our garage and carport[1] are now both workshops. Shame there's a wall between.
[1] Now the SpacePort - roofed over to make more space the kids renamed it. Caused a spot of confusion at school when they said they had a space port at home.
[1] Now the SpacePort - roofed over to make more space the kids renamed it. Caused a spot of confusion at school when they said they had a space port at home.
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I'm here all week.
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We had our honeymoon in Ireland - on a narrowboat 'cos no one knows they're there so they're peaceful and isolated.
Anyway - we had to get a taxi from the airport and back...Dublin to Tullamore. It was the only bit of the whole experience that I didn't enjoy - the driver was tailgating at 80 to 90mph on the motorway. The tension was broken by being overtaken by a hearse. A few miles later it was on the hard shoulder with a Garda car with the blue lights on. I can only imagine the conversation...
"So - who's that in the back?"
"That's Mr O'Shaughnessy."
"The late Mr O'Shaughnessy?"
"Oh, to be sure, he's definitely late."
"What's he late for?"
"His funeral - that's why we were hurrying."
Anyway - we had to get a taxi from the airport and back...Dublin to Tullamore. It was the only bit of the whole experience that I didn't enjoy - the driver was tailgating at 80 to 90mph on the motorway. The tension was broken by being overtaken by a hearse. A few miles later it was on the hard shoulder with a Garda car with the blue lights on. I can only imagine the conversation...
"So - who's that in the back?"
"That's Mr O'Shaughnessy."
"The late Mr O'Shaughnessy?"
"Oh, to be sure, he's definitely late."
"What's he late for?"
"His funeral - that's why we were hurrying."
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That's someone's dream home? Ah well, I suppose it takes all sorts.
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Yeah - I thought that. The picture is of the Boston Molasses Disaster of 1919.
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One day I was chatting to their headmistress who is my age and we were both struggling to remember a film we'd seen as kids. It took me a weekend to identify it and another few days for it to arrive. Wonderful escapist and peculiar film, and not scary for the right sort of kids.
Not to be watched with the aid of cannabis.