HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DUNCAN.
In a comment on the post about the pissed up/tired/virally infected Czech premier, I linked to an article on the BBC news site about euphemisms.
They’ve now followed it up with a further page, in which the public submit their own favourites.
Some are a bit lame, so I thought I’d see if you lot could do any better.
Many drivers in Russia use dash cams to record the road in front of them to prevent fraudulent accident claims being made against them
This vid is a compilation of various acts of kindess shown to complete strangers, and animals, caught on film
Bearman has been a loyal supporter of Madhatters from our very early days
He’s a talented cartoonist but is crap at drawing people – I mean just look at his miserable attempt to draw me [a word to Her Majesty - don't ever comission Bearman to draw your portrait !]Still, his heart’s in the right place.
For the past 5years, he has been running a Charity Challenge during the month of May.
It won’t cost you a penny, but if you promote his fund-raising events he will donate a certain amount of money.
Different methods of highlighting his Challenge attract different levels of donations.
Visit his website at http://tinyurl.com/d7qz6n2 for full details of how you can help redistribute some of his wealth to those less fortunate than himself
It costs me a f*cken fortune whenever I go into town. Before I even reach the shops, my wallet has been depleted by bloody beggars. I seem to attract the f*ckers like a magnet. I can see the bastards casting a professional eye over me from a distance – immediately identifying me as a soft touch
My wife had a theory as to why this was . . .
WARNING – LANGUAGE NSFW !
In-car conversation between Irish rally drivers Neil Hickey and Enda Kennedy during Stage 1 of the Carrick Forestry Rally, in Tipperary
This gets funnier the more you watch it
Some of you know me, some don’t.
A while ago, I handed back my Mad Hat to Duncan, as I was royally hacked off with wearing it, and fancied chancing my arm at something a little different in the blogging world. Despite my attempt to leave, Duncan (ever the true Scot) instantly reinstated me as an administrator in order that I could pay the annual fee, and I remained ‘on the books’ in that capacity.
Oh, sorry… you haven’t a clue who or what I’m a burblin’ on about.
Why – it’s that nice cuddly Mr McCormick, and his lovely bomb detectors who has just, finally, been found guilty on several counts of fraud, and who returns to court next week to get his sorry disreputable arse kicked.
It’s also good to see that in these times of austerity, good ol’ Jim is being sorely pressed by Avon and Somerset plod to make a charitable donation to the people-with-no-legs-thanks -to-some-scheming-bastard-fraudster benevolent fund.
Make sure to bend over in the showers Jim, and let’s hope that there are plenty of big hairy-arsed blokes with working bum detectors.
take my heart,
cut it open,
and fill it with your love.