Honestly, I don’t know where the BBC get these people who author their website.
I’m sorry, but bollocks to dancing in the street.
What could be better than going to a musical festival, having a few drinks and then putting up your tent?
Well, going to a music festival, putting up your tent and then having a few drinks would make life a bit easier. Although, I’m not sure that the crowd of onlookers would have had such a good laugh.
Hello and welcome to ‘ratty cooks.’
Today my wife took the kids, wished me a two-fingered goodbye and
stormed out of left the house.
Don’t go jumping to silly conclusions. This wasn’t the result of any marital strife or friction between us. Oh dear, no. It’s just that she wanted to visit her sister,
and she can stay with the bloody old interfering slag until she climbs down off her fucking high horse and comes crawling back to apologise !
‘Twas in the annum, circa 200, (or around about then) that a tribe of Nomadic peoples settled and prospered on a mightie terraine in Northerne Englande.
Ffolke-lore has it that one of its inhabitants, an unfortunate of the male sexe in his forth decade, contracted the Devil’s deformitie of what was called ‘MOOBS’ and the settlement became thereafter known as Man-Chester.
In a secluded quarter of this idyllic paradise lived a commune of peoples who, due to their propensitie for consuming anciente, festering porke, had their village named accordingly.
Mightily, the Llorde, in His Mighteousness, visited a plague on them for their dietary transgression, rendering them just two bushels in vertical stature.
He, the chieftain of the Clan, was knowne to alle as NobblySan, the terme meaning . . . (Censored) . . . who was betrothed to a faire maiden who went by the name of ‘Happy.’
Is see very little in news emanating from the USA that suggests that they are in any way a morally, ethically and culturally advanced country.
I thought that the Yanks’ behaviour at Abu Ghraib was disgusting, but it appears that the Welsh could teach them a thing or two when it comes to brutality.
…but it’s still a compelling read, and makes at least this idle bugger realise just how lucky he is.