*Bob*

The Black Country doesn't have a lot going for it, but orange battered chips fried in beef dripping is definitely one of them. All other chips pale (literally) in comparison. Apart from that - it's mostly a shithole.

It's priced specifically to keep you out, Lou. Well worth the extra couple of pounds.

An open cool-area? Like.. a fridge? Is it near to the monetary storage device, or closer to the sedentary zone?

It's a tricky one - and you're right not to go rushing in. One must think very carefully before deciding to drop a whole pound or possibly two - over the odds - on a portion of fish and chips. Gather as much information, feedback and opinion as you can. Collate and assess the evidence. Take as long as you need. Remember - if the fish and chips are not everything you hope for you will never get that extra ?1.50 back - and you'll be kicking yourself for years.

Anyway.. C'mere.. Give us a kiss

DulwichFox Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I don't recall posting About Gardening, I hate > gardening. There was that bamboo, of course.

DulwichFox Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Most of the techy stuff I post about I know > about.. It was my job.. I didn't realise you were an electrician / plumber / engineer / gardener / chef / accountant / pilot / astronaut Please accept my apologies!

DulwichFox Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------ > It is worth noting that 60% - 75% of my posts are > of a technical nature offering help and advice. You've done your bit, Foxy. It's time these people learned to stand on their own to feet - and google stuff on Wikipedia for themselves.

Easter weekend was always good for for four day parties. Happy memories. It's not just about the fun though - there's a serious side. When we party, we always have the lord Jesus in mind - who loved a knees-up at this special time of year.

If that still doesn't work - trying coating it in flour, dip in egg - then fry gently on both sides until done.

#arguingovernothing

#Clique

I think we all know there's no-one called Jane. Desist with these fabrications.

I think my Dad would turn in his grave if he knew I was still at home in my mid-thirties without a bloody good reason / very particular extenuating circumstances. Note - 'saving up' and 'it's so hard out there for young people' do not qualify as bloody good reasons some fifteen years after you've come of age. Fortunately, I wasn't. And he wouldn't know anyway, on account of being dead. But you get the idea. There's a sensible mid-point in between 'I've done my bit, you're 18, on your own and out' and missing out on a decade or so of formative life experiences while you try to make your own way however you can - even if you do accept a bit of help or end-up back with the folks for periods along the way. But you should at least TRY goddammit.

MrBen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > My biggest regret is not being one of the few who > steadfastly refused to have a FB account. I can't > properly delete the sucker and now my personal > details, photos and personal family network are > digitally embedded in NSA annals forever. I know what you mean. I too was foolish. I put that picture of me wearing a silly hat and my check-in at Budgens directly into the hands of a foreign security force - and now I must live with the consequences. Is that a van with a revolving roofrack outside my house?

Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- .. but I often imagine people like my husband who sees the good in everyone stupidly gets fooled Is this him?

Accept the new cooker, Otta. If your current one breaks you'll gave to move back in - and neither of you really want that now do you?

34!

My friends' kid dropped eggy weggy bread all over their laptop and then did a wee-wee into the Sky box. He's 43. I think he should move out tbh.

It's important for young adults to spend a few character-building years, near-penniless - in slum accommodation.

I'd need one serious sense of humour if my son was still living at home aged 34.

If you can afford to buy one in the first place - then buying a replacement is no big deal though eh?

The Brown Cow flies South tonight, my friend. But not in summer..

I was on a train sharing a table with a couple of squaddies last week. They discussed various technical inaccuracies within that film - and then moved onto reminiscing about a drinking game they'd played which involving vomiting into a bucket and drinking it. You meet such interesting people on public transport. Brazil.. that perennial Christmas family favourite. One of mine though.

Gloves1980 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Where's your bin? > I have bin on 'oliday.... > Where's your wheelie bin? > I have wheeling bin on holiday......... Punchline needs work.