In my view these “replicas”, especially the 3/4 scale jobs look dreadful. Little more than aviation equivalents of the boy racer who glues a spoiler onto the back of his Nova to pretend its something it isn’t. Have to say I’m with Italian Harvard on this one…
Bridget Jones 2. :(. Not my choice, but it kept the missus sweet.
Paper round at 13 delivering the local freebie Stourbridge news for £3.97 a week! Then summer jobs while I was at University – warehouseman, postman and loading trucks. Got my first proper job within two months of leaving Uni in 1999 and one move later am still in the same line of work.
There is something that I think is called the Telephone Preference Service. Go here TPS and you can register your number as one not to be telemarketed at. I don’t know if it works, but I can’t believe it will do any harm. Could at least stop a percentage of these calls.
Signed up to this a couple of months ago after a spate of “You’re a Winner! Dial this Premium Rate Line” baloney – not a single call since! Do it. It works!
Disagree with Andy in Beds about the reporters and TV presenters bit, but here are my gripes…
1. Cyclists. Self-righteous irritants. Pay no road tax or insurance. The worst are the Guardianistas who have child seats and child trailers in tow.
2. People who say “could of” instead of “could have”
3. Shop assistants/customer services calling me “mate” and not “sir”
4. Chavs. Ill-bred vermin. Round ’em up and shoot the lot of ’em.
5. “Urban” music. It’s just noise.
6. Buffoons who think they know how to do my job better than I do.
7. Reality TV shows. Enough already!
8. People who say “enough already”
9. People who dawdle up to traffic lights. Commit to the lights, you b*stards.
10. Old people driving Nissan Micras and Rover 200s.
Yep – I get em too. Straight in the bin. You can tell junk mail by the “M – mailsort” postmark where a stamp would normally be.
“Baby’s arm holding an orange” is a variation on that one…
I owned two shellsuits. One was “written off” when my mum tried to iron it…
Worst fasion disaster was a pair of very expensive electric blue jeans – I thought they were cool, especially when worn with a bright yellow shirt. Wore the ensemble for an hour before the mickey-taking meant I went home to get changed…
“Going for a Tom Tit” is a fine phrase as is calling someone a “Gareth Hunt”… 😀
What a sordid bunch we are.
“Clam jouster” is a good ‘un… 😀
Strangle Kojak
😀 😀 😀
Shamlessly nicked from Chris Finch in the Office, but “Pump-action yoghurt rifle” always makes me laugh…
Females often enjoy “tickling the prawn”
I believe lonely men often “make the bald man cry” 😀
Venturing into the waters populated by said starfish is not advised if there’s a “Turtle’s Head” poking out, so I’m told… 😀
Is that accessible from “Cadbury Avenue”?