HonaloochieB

Echo

The place has gone right downhill since it was the Cherry Tree. Keef sorry about losing your possessions, but the response you got from the bar initially and the response the police got are obviously at odds. Was it about the bar responding poorly to a call from the plod with the possible implications it might have come licensing time? The bar manager was defensive when the PO called? Hardly makes him unique, does it. I'm willing to wager there are some on this MB who might respond in the same way if contacted by the police. On the basis of a third party report you're making some harsh criticisms of a local business without checking whether or not that everything you've been told by said PO is accurate and fair. I'm not saying that the barkeep didn't say what he said. I'm not implying that the PO's version of events wasn't the truth the whole etc. But perhaps to be fair it might be good to find out what the Vale's version of the events are. The place doesn't seem to meet with the general approval of the MB, but does that mean it shouldn't be afforded a fair hearing? I mean, Magna Carta. Did she die in vain?

Can't Get Enough (Of Your Love) - Bad Company

Towelling

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > gut, moobs and crap tattoos > > Sounds like it could be a ska song. It was in a way. D'you not remember Lip Up Fatty by Bad Manners?

Babies

Boom Boom Out Go The Lights - Little Walter

Wobbbly

Tequila Mocking Bird?

Eddie Murphy

Wake Up Boo - The Boo Radleys

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Ms B Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > 'Wicked', 'awesome' etc when used by 30-year-old > wankers at work. > Just spotted the typo Ms B, hope you don't mind me correcting it. (Yes I know it was obvious, but I wasn't about to let that one get by me. And anyway I think it works on different levels)

And now I think of it, there are workplaces where the lottery ticket memory lapse'd get you duffed-up good and proper in the bogs.

Jesus Christ Snoozequeen, yes it is. Thank your lucky stars your employers weren't a certain American-Italian crime organisation that doesn't exist. We'd be looking for you in the weeds right now. And that would never do.

Nero I think was making a fair observation. I'm sure the woman in question would be horrified to be accused of littering and wouldn't have dreamt of doing it along the main drag on a Saturday afternoon, but she probably thought that stufing it into a hedge was acceptable because she thought no one was watching. Which makes me wonder what sort of powers of concealment you have Nero. Close enough to observe, yet camouflaged enough that she felt comfortable enough to act naturally. I look forward to more reports of unguarded behaviour from ED denizens. Except of course in the case of stout parties dropping things and picking them up in an embarrassing fashion and so on. In this I would ask a measure of discretion. One definition of conscience is doing the right thing when we think no one is watching, perhaps though being we're all frail humans we're subject to lapses. I like that you were intrigued Nero, and I think perhaps she had made a bargain with herself, 'I cannot drop this carelessly on the pavement, this hedge is not a pavement and I am placing it deliberately, not to say safely and firmly, so that it won't fall to the pavement and therefore be litter" Whether she subsequently thought of the owners of the hedge "F@ck 'em" we're obviously not privy to. I thought that SM's math(sss) on the subject added up.

That's a coincidence Brendan, so did my mate Mick Mansfield's dad. It's a small world. But I wouldn't want to paint it as Steven Wright once remarked.

break-dancing

That's not a malpropism though, is it? That's just a thumb slip and in fact a lot more forgiveable than most txt spk. V u r a wkr.

Were you fired?

Wow - Kate Bush

Shepherd's Bush

Back to malapropisms, the same guy I referred to above once told me that he really should have been a singer and that he had missed his "vacation in life".

Stone In Love With You - The Stylistics

Lamby-pie