Whilst only a young ‘un (honest) the best advice I’ve heard recently is:

“Very few people go to bed disappointed that they did exercise.”

i was doing Sentry at Whitburn shooting range today and had to stop some local yobs from crossing into the danger area, they asked why they cudnt go over and i replied because ull get shot as they are using live rounds, ahh so nar there not replied the ring leader, yeah they are said me, he then replied, what about the horses ( there were only cows on the range) i had to have a chuckle

Should have let them in. They’d have soon got out again when 5.56mm started wizzing over their heads. Hell, they’d give some interesting moving target practice.

Missing the all important SOME in your first sentence there Steve, arn’t you?

I mean I agree with the sentiment, but not exactly fair to tar every young person with that brush is it.

To paraphrase a film I can’t remember: “Chance favours the prepared mind.”

It DOESN’T?

I must go!

Aye, Happy St. George’s to all the English about. As a Taff it’s not my business to know really- but I had no idea that it was today- and I certainly didn’t recieve any greetings today either at work.

Anyone else noticed that it only turns into a chat when the gentler sex get involved?

Men conversing with men is usually fact driven. When the facts have been imparted, the other imparts his facts. Beer then usually follows, settling the arangement over a cloud of pipe tobacco and the faint smell of diesel.

When women get involved the process gets messed up, with gossip and such-like, until the men (easily confused by the scent of Charlie Sunshine, God bless us) forget what they were talking about and the conversation suddenly veers from the topic of what piston ring diametre were fitted to Pilot Officer J. Doe’s Spitfire in early March 1943 to the type of dessicated coconut on Macaroons!

The men then over-compensate, ending in a certin hat being put on a certain head, a stick being weilded and the spell being broken through the appropriate use of a padlock.

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I’ve been derided for not giving up my seat for a woman on a train, dispite the fact that I was in a full leg plastercast due to an argumant I lost with the road.

Similarly i’ve been almost threatened with being slapped when giving up my seat on a bus to an elderly lady, who called me a patronising toerag.

I always make a concious effort to be polite, but I think that because i’m under 25 and have short hair that i’m judged as a thug before I can prove otherwise!

Regards,