Waffle and Shite – solicitors.

This, dear reader, is the place for any idle chat, banter, insult swapping extravaganzas, and generally anything that doesn’t fit into any of the current posts.

Many moons ago, we used to have a Daily Chat section, but it got dropped as less people waxed lyrical and interest waned (note the smartarse use of lunar related prose there….. shit, I’m so damn clever I could just go out and flash my arse at a passer-by).

Anyhow, I reckon that we may be in need of somewhere for such nonsense to flourish once again (errr…. that’s chat, not mooning – Ed.), so here it is. In the unlikely event that people take to it, and it gets beyond a couple of hundred comments, I’ll archive it off, and start again with a blank page,

Use it or lose it.

That was a Nobbly San production, brought to you courtesy of a laptop on a low table, and assisted by use of a chair with plenty of cushions on it.

48 Comments to “Waffle and Shite – solicitors.”

  1. There you go, MrsT.

    As promised, somewhere to prattle on.

    Go fer it, you old bugger….say something provocative.

  2. Provocative eh? Is that some kind of drink you have to take once a day to help you go?

  3. Aye, Jules would know about that kind of thing. Saucy mare.

    I’ve left my Xmas shopping till the last minute this year, in fact, I’ve done bugger all till today. So, armed with me shopping list, knowing which shops I was gonna go in – very unwomanlike, I know – I set off. Everything was going like clockwork till on the way back to the car park, I glanced into Iceland and just happened to notice that there weren’t many in there, Just a few little old ladies and no queue at the checkout. I’m in. Happily wandering down the aisles, I stopped at a freezer that was just being rummaged through by one of these little old ladies. I’d just popped me head in when ….WHAM, WTF! …….Down came the freezer lid on my head! After being stunned for a few minutes I noticed the little old lady looking at me quite shocked. Now I’m not sure if it was the ‘ouch’ or ‘did you not see me’ or it could have been ‘FFS that f***ker hurt’ . Either way, she toddled off quicker than Speedy Gonzalez, while I was left rubbing the ruddy great egg that had appeared on me bonce.

    Little old ladies – a dangerous breed.

  4. Him indoors keeps threatening to trade me in for a newer model, Duncs. He wouldn’t have got where he is today without me giving him a kick up the arse!

    I presume Julie’s on holiday and that’s why she’s not giving you some stick Nobbles?

    I think I’ve remembered how to do the yellow blobby things :lol:

    • You know me too well MrsT. There’s no way I’d be saying such stuff about Julie if she weren’t a few thousand miles away from the sub-tropical paradise of Oldham.

      What I need now is one of those little zapping sticks that the Men In Black had, that I can use to make you forget how to add those irritating blobs to your comments.

  5. it’s a bit long-winded, but you can skip to near the end…

  6. Wishing you all a Happy, Merry Christmas. Don’t forget, after all that eating and drinking, please feel free to come round mine…………………. some buggers got to eat all the cheese!

    Have a great day xx

  7. Happy New Year to you all xxx

    Ironing can wait till 2012 Duncs xx

  8. You started that ironing yet, MrsT?

  9. Dear MrsT,
    When I last did it, ironing meant ‘to flatten using an iron’.
    Go right ahead.

  10. Have you had this up before Duncan?

    http://tinyurl.com/6ktar2e

  11. Happy New Year !!

  12. Well, nobody’s put their hand up for a game of wiles, so I’ll just have to start by going off to the pub for three days (that’s a masculine wile, by the way) and hope that she who has pretended to be stuck at home notices.

  13. It’s your move now…

  14. I’m hibernating. Wake me up when it gets warmer. Friggin’ cold weather!

  15. You just keep the white stuff up norf, Nobbles.

    I’,m surprised you didn’t tell her that she’d missed a bit!

  16. Just for you, MrsT, as you’re the only one on this blog who’ll appreciate it…nicked from the Beeb’s footie coverage.

    “Kenny, Wenger, Fergie, Redknapp and Boas sitting in a pub. Wenger goes up and buys the first round of drinks. Boas the second, Redknapp the third, Fergie the fourth. Kenny buys the next but Fergie complains “Where’s mine?!” Kenny replies “Sorry pal, this is the fifth round and you’re not in it.”

  17. That was in reply to your comment about the fifth round …… stupid laptop.

  18. Bad Moves – No36.

    Decided to try a different curry shop this evening.

    Not a good move – my chicken bhuna was a touch dodgy. I’m sure there was a bit of flea collar in what was supposed to be chicken.

    • I had samosas at work today. As I’ve said in a comment on an earlier post, whenever someone in the machine shop at work has a birthday they’re expected to buy samosas for everybody.

      I limited myself to two today because I knew I was eating out later but I was sorely tempted to have more

      150 big veggie samosas for £30? – you can’t beat that for value !

      Course, we had a bit of a set back some months ago when our samosa source was closed down – some trifling little matter of a dead body ( http://tinyurl.com/3whlgc ) but I’m happy to say we have since found an alternative source for our savoury snack !

  19. “HODGSONFORARSENAL”

    • G’day MrsT.

      I must admit to quite honestly not giving a flying fuck about football any more. Some twat was moaning on the BBC last night about the Arse being absolutely shocking last night “just like our season”, he whined.

      4th in the premiership aint so bloody bad – I bet Dalglish or another 15 managers would settle for that!

      The final straw for me was listening to that farce at Old Trafford last weekend. All the fucking media were interested in was who shook hands (or didn’t) with whom. The football just didn’t matter. Alan Green on Radio 5 summed it up, when he said that it all made him want to throw up.

      Couple that shit with Tales of Tevez, ‘appenings wiv ‘Arry, and that whining bastard Pulis moaning about his poor overworked team having to play on a Thursday and then again on Sunday, and it just confirmed that I’m sick of the whole fucking shower of ‘em.

      Even Dalglish has made an arse of himself over his public backing of the moronic Suarez…. and that’s something I never thought I’d even think about saying.

      Enough! Football is dead.

      • I ceased really following football when it went all poncified and banned good old-fashioned shoulder charges, two-foot sliding challenges (my speciality when I used to play for my school team), and squeezing your opponent’s nuts when defending a corner.

        As for Arsenal, free-flowing attacking football is great to watch, but they are never gong to achieve anything until they get themselves a decent defence – one that a bunch of geriatric, half-blind, lame pensioners can’t waltz through with impunity.

        The first step in building a solid defence is to assemble some players at the back that strike fear into opposing forwards – forcing them to lob high balls into the middle rather than risk close contact with a biting, spitting, gouging, head-butting, kick-the-legs-out-from-under-you-when-the-ref’s-not-looking defender

        Just saying !!!

  20. At this rate, I’m going to run out of sports to watch.

    I thought that when it came to class, David Haye could walk under a snake whilst wearing a top hat, but…..

    This is just pathetic…..

  21. “HODGSONFORCHELSEA”

    I think you can see where I’m going with this Nobbles. The southern based media went all out to get him installed as Liverpool manager, but they don’t seem to be pushing his ‘ english manager, 35/36 years experience, steady the ship, arm around the shoulder’ abilities when there could be vacancies arising with certain London teams. Strange.

    Get stuck in …….. I like those tactics Duncs, especially the nut crunchers :lol:

    Have they found him yet? David Haye?

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