Trees... that puts me in mind of that poem by that man who married Peter Sellers ex-wife Frederick March... what was his name..? Hosted that television program on the ITV... Through The Week What Was... no was it - What Was That Sticking Through The Keyhole? Small man... he played a detective that got shot in the head and went off to run a corner shop with Stanley Baker.
It was a real beast, Thud! I'm not sure if you were affected on The Wirral, but a chum was Chief Engineer on the Preston Bypass at the time, and when he rang home, (here) he hadn't even heard of the problem!
No...... you're thinking of David Jason, the actor who was Dr. Richard Kimble in Harry O........ This is why the board at Equus insist on lesbians not all having the same name....... otherwise imagine the credits. if everybody had everybody else's name! It would utterly confusing.
CP, having got back from a lovely weekend with rellies in Oxfordshire and currently imbibing some sort of vino which I discreetly found whilst OH was having an afternoon snooze, the actor who played Richard Kimble was David Janssen. David Jason was in various comedies such as Fools and Horses (Equus is nagging me now) and Open All Hours (otherwise known as the Grocer's de-light) but he also played a more serious part in A Touch of Frost. Now I'm thinking of David Frost who married Lynne Frederick, the previous wife of Peter Sellars who later did the Through the Keyhole prog. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were all ganging up on me with baited breath to see wot I wroted on Mike's blog. Actually I'm having a home-made blog for dinner so will leave you all with this thought. Climate change is nothing new so why are we the supposed cause? In medieval times there was a period of warm weather followed by what was called The Little Ice Age. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medieval_Warm_Period.
Mr Piper, I thought it was Richard Clumberlin who was the doctor! Didn't he always get the crisp white coat treatment, rustling along the wards like a zephyr (two-tone, pale green and dark green)?
I actually saw my family name in the credits for 'Alf wiedersehn Petty' the other day, but I just cannot remember appearing in the programme! I must have been doing it in my sleep!
Goosegrease... it is laughable to even think that Kid Jensen wrote Stopping by the Woods: - 'The woods are lovely dark and deep, But I have parcels to deliver...' Kid Jensen was a jockey I am told, though I can't ever remember placing a bet on any horse that he rode...? As for the bad weather..... I think you must be going potty if you think anyone is blaming you! You have some paranoid delusion... does it accompany any sense of itching all over your body? From what Pat at the Lamb and Flag tells me the fault lies with us all eating too much meat and going on holiday to Tenereefy. I believe the ice age you are referring to in times of yo were localised and not global, wherein lies the marked difference. Still there are many different opinions, and just because you may be a holocaust denier doesn't mean you don't know a thing or two. Even if you do suppose that Kid Jensen writes poetry.
Michael... please call me Corin. Neville Chamberlain was, as I am sure you know - was the last but two Conservative leader to fly off to the Continent to come back with some worthless agreement.
As for David Jason playing the part of Phillip Larkin, I would imagine it a bit of a reach for him. Phillip Larkin was tall and bald as I recall from reading about his mucky doings in the Sunday Express. A far better choice would be his wife Pam Ferris' husband Roger Frost... he looks like Larkin to a tee! That's it! Roger Frost! Pam Ferris' husband....! That's who wrote that bloody poem!!!!
Scrobs, you're such a larf-kin! You know very well that Peter Sellers and Spike Manyguns were in the Goons and I can hear them now as I tickle my keyboard. "Knock knock. Whose there? Me. Well, why didn't you say so? I just did. How do I know it's you? Because I said so. Ok, I'll let you in just this once. Why? Because I said so. Why did you say so? Because I can see you're wearing my slippers I left on your doormat last night. Why did you leave them on my doormat last night? So I knew where to find them this morning." This is me just being a Goon - ha!
Corin. I have to say that your reference to me being a holocaust denier is so way out of line that I'm surprised your inane comment wasn't immediately deleted.
Greasegun... Is this the old double bluff? You deny you are a Holocaust denier...! Be that as it may... well then how do you a account for the fact there are no dinosaurs left..? Or I suspose you don't believe in dinosaurs nether. And there is clear evidence that they died off because of the last climate crisis. I suspose that never happened neither! As for my comments being insane... how dare you? You say that to me and in the same breath you say that dinosaurs didn’t exist. I imagine that you are one of these people that believe that the Earth is only 4000 years old and we were all kicked out of Kew Gardens for scrumping apples. And how typical of religious fundamentalism that you wish to gag the truth by having any heterodoxical views deleted! It's just like the Spanish Disquisition...
Having talked the matter over with my Ghuru O Omri James - personal spiritual growth and Master Butcher; I realise the need to offer profound apologies for several of my previous comments. Owing to mistakenly putting on my nephew Brian's trouser braces I have disturbed my Muladhara chakra... my red bindu was all over the shop!
Hack-tually, the name "Dinosaur" was devised by Sir Richard Owen who was a student at Lancaster Grammar School in 1809. Although I wasn't even a slightest blink in my great-great-grandad's eyes at that time, I live about 7 miles south of said city and can honestly say there are neither dino's nor Zulus to the right or the left of me. I say that with great surety because I'm currently pointing a fully-loaded and well-goose-greased Martini-Enfield in the hope I can blast the interloper who nicked my best feathers to use as some sort of fancy-tickler whilst I was having a well-earned rest. CP, I love anagrams but you didn't give any clue as to what it was all about, so stop mud-larking about with chains and stuff and get an NHS truss to channel your lay-lines towards your Brian stem via the medulla oblongata whilst using the neck brace as per destructions. Just a caveat emptor as one has to do nowadays and it's something I told Scrobs time and time again. Please use your spell-checker when posting!
Those damn seagulls don't care where they poo as King Harold said when he got one in his eye: "I'm buggered if I'm going to wait six hours in A&E when all I'm going to get is a disinfected wet-wipe. I'm going private so can anyone lend me a spare cod-piece?" The reply was: "You've had your chips so stop whingeing, get back on your horse and give Willy what-for!" Unfortunately Harold's ego overtook him so he just stuck his index fingers into his ears whilst repeating la-la-la. On the other hand, William the Conker brought out a piece of string from his pocket, tied one of his nuts to it, walloped said Harold's eye and said: "I'm the King of the Castle and you're a silly bastard!" To which Hastings, the famous aide-de-camp of Poirot said "That's a bit harsh old chap." And that's as true as I'm sitting on a genuine Gillow's piano stool bought for £20 in a local house sale.
That's absolutely right, Goosey! Those Northern history books don't 'arf tell it like it is, but beware of Gillow's stools, they can become very 'Waring' after a few years! Ha ha ha, my little jest...
Harold fell a few miles from here of course, but the 'La la la' you intone must have come from the other bloke, because it's French!
And he would have struggled with the A and E in the Conquest, as they'd be full up with the normal detritus which loads all the services after a good night's drinking!
Corin, He actually started in Scotland, worked his way down through Wales, and finished up in Folkestone, just in time to catch the next ferry across, three-hundred years later!
That's bloody remarkable for a Hoopoe... I thought they came from Africa! I don't bloody blame him catching the ferry back... he must have been cream crackered... talking of which I have half a mind to boycott my local Budgins. I'm not happy with how they store the cream crackers. I bought a packet only last Tuesday, and the other night I thought I might have a cracker with a nice piece of Cheddar left over from Joyce's funeral. But the the sodding crackers were stale. I can't stand that can you..? Everytime I tried to eat one of them, they discombobulated... no not discombobulate... disinergate.... diskener... Bloody broke in two before I could get the damn thing in my mouth. I had crumbs and margarine all over my green made to measure Fifty Shilling Tailor suit... luckily it's made from Dacron, so a wipe down with some white spirit got off most of the worse. Anyway... the last time I went over to Deepep from New Haven was on a beer run... oh we all had a lovely time, despite the coach driver breaking his leg and saying it was my fault, which it wasn't!... but I wish I'd worn my old shoes.
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That was some storm! not much moaning about global warming then....it was just bad weather.
If it happened today the BBC wouldn't know where to lay the blame - climate change, Donald Trump or Brexit.
Trees... that puts me in mind of that poem by that man who married Peter Sellers ex-wife Frederick March... what was his name..? Hosted that television program on the ITV... Through The Week What Was... no was it - What Was That Sticking Through The Keyhole? Small man... he played a detective that got shot in the head and went off to run a corner shop with Stanley Baker.
It was a real beast, Thud! I'm not sure if you were affected on The Wirral, but a chum was Chief Engineer on the Preston Bypass at the time, and when he rang home, (here) he hadn't even heard of the problem!
Oh spot on, Mr H! It would of course have a silly name, and become synonymous with failure of something or other to suit their negative agenda!
Major Domo-Wayfarer! Wecome back!
As is your wont, you have re-re-resurfaced in a different guise from that in which you envelop your digressive persona with delightful regularity!
The gentleman you describe was indeed a good friend of Peter Sellers, but for the life of me I cannot recall his name!
No...... you're thinking of David Jason, the actor who was Dr. Richard Kimble in Harry O........ This is why the board at Equus insist on lesbians not all having the same name....... otherwise imagine the credits. if everybody had everybody else's name! It would utterly confusing.
CP, having got back from a lovely weekend with rellies in Oxfordshire and currently imbibing some sort of vino which I discreetly found whilst OH was having an afternoon snooze, the actor who played Richard Kimble was David Janssen. David Jason was in various comedies such as Fools and Horses (Equus is nagging me now) and Open All Hours (otherwise known as the Grocer's de-light) but he also played a more serious part in A Touch of Frost. Now I'm thinking of David Frost who married Lynne Frederick, the previous wife of Peter Sellars who later did the Through the Keyhole prog. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were all ganging up on me with baited breath to see wot I wroted on Mike's blog. Actually I'm having a home-made blog for dinner so will leave you all with this thought. Climate change is nothing new so why are we the supposed cause? In medieval times there was a period of warm weather followed by what was called The Little Ice Age. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medieval_Warm_Period.
Mr Piper, I thought it was Richard Clumberlin who was the doctor! Didn't he always get the crisp white coat treatment, rustling along the wards like a zephyr (two-tone, pale green and dark green)?
I actually saw my family name in the credits for 'Alf wiedersehn Petty' the other day, but I just cannot remember appearing in the programme! I must have been doing it in my sleep!
GG, Jason David was also Pop 'Boris' Larkin in 'The Darling buds of Miss Nose-Poultice', which was filmed a few miles from here!
Spike Milligan is also planted in a churchyard near here, but what that has to do with Peter Sellers, I don't know!
Anyway, the Marmite eaters beat the Vegemite eaters yesterday, so a no-deal Brexit is imminent. I will never vote for Greg Clark again.
Goosegrease... it is laughable to even think that Kid Jensen wrote Stopping by the Woods: - 'The woods are lovely dark and deep, But I have parcels to deliver...' Kid Jensen was a jockey I am told, though I can't ever remember placing a bet on any horse that he rode...?
As for the bad weather..... I think you must be going potty if you think anyone is blaming you! You have some paranoid delusion... does it accompany any sense of itching all over your body? From what Pat at the Lamb and Flag tells me the fault lies with us all eating too much meat and going on holiday to Tenereefy. I believe the ice age you are referring to in times of yo were localised and not global, wherein lies the marked difference. Still there are many different opinions, and just because you may be a holocaust denier doesn't mean you don't know a thing or two. Even if you do suppose that Kid Jensen writes poetry.
Michael... please call me Corin. Neville Chamberlain was, as I am sure you know - was the last but two Conservative leader to fly off to the Continent to come back with some worthless agreement.
As for David Jason playing the part of Phillip Larkin, I would imagine it a bit of a reach for him. Phillip Larkin was tall and bald as I recall from reading about his mucky doings in the Sunday Express. A far better choice would be his wife Pam Ferris' husband Roger Frost... he looks like Larkin to a tee!
That's it! Roger Frost! Pam Ferris' husband....! That's who wrote that bloody poem!!!!
Scrobs, you're such a larf-kin! You know very well that Peter Sellers and Spike Manyguns were in the Goons and I can hear them now as I tickle my keyboard. "Knock knock. Whose there? Me. Well, why didn't you say so? I just did. How do I know it's you? Because I said so. Ok, I'll let you in just this once. Why? Because I said so. Why did you say so? Because I can see you're wearing my slippers I left on your doormat last night. Why did you leave them on my doormat last night? So I knew where to find them this morning." This is me just being a Goon - ha!
Corin. I have to say that your reference to me being a holocaust denier is so way out of line that I'm surprised your inane comment wasn't immediately deleted.
Greasegun... Is this the old double bluff? You deny you are a Holocaust denier...! Be that as it may... well then how do you a account for the fact there are no dinosaurs left..? Or I suspose you don't believe in dinosaurs nether. And there is clear evidence that they died off because of the last climate crisis. I suspose that never happened neither!
As for my comments being insane... how dare you? You say that to me and in the same breath you say that dinosaurs didn’t exist.
I imagine that you are one of these people that believe that the Earth is only 4000 years old and we were all kicked out of Kew Gardens for scrumping apples. And how typical of religious fundamentalism that you wish to gag the truth by having any heterodoxical views deleted! It's just like the Spanish Disquisition...
Having talked the matter over with my Ghuru O Omri James - personal spiritual growth and Master Butcher; I realise the need to offer profound apologies for several of my previous comments. Owing to mistakenly putting on my nephew Brian's trouser braces I have disturbed my Muladhara chakra... my red bindu was all over the shop!
Hack-tually, the name "Dinosaur" was devised by Sir Richard Owen who was a student at Lancaster Grammar School in 1809. Although I wasn't even a slightest blink in my great-great-grandad's eyes at that time, I live about 7 miles south of said city and can honestly say there are neither dino's nor Zulus to the right or the left of me. I say that with great surety because I'm currently pointing a fully-loaded and well-goose-greased Martini-Enfield in the hope I can blast the interloper who nicked my best feathers to use as some sort of fancy-tickler whilst I was having a well-earned rest. CP, I love anagrams but you didn't give any clue as to what it was all about, so stop mud-larking about with chains and stuff and get an NHS truss to channel your lay-lines towards your Brian stem via the medulla oblongata whilst using the neck brace as per destructions. Just a caveat emptor as one has to do nowadays and it's something I told Scrobs time and time again. Please use your spell-checker when posting!
He is so called because of his particular use of the Ujjayi. If I were you I’d put a dab of vibhuti on your Ajna before going to bed.
Nicoriette Pipperaminius, I am a previous lover of GG, and want you to know that she is sexrosanct here, so lay off her feathers - I had to...
Mr. W-B, Were you aware that a Hoopoe had been spotted in Hastings this August?
Those damn seagulls don't care where they poo as King Harold said when he got one in his eye: "I'm buggered if I'm going to wait six hours in A&E when all I'm going to get is a disinfected wet-wipe. I'm going private so can anyone lend me a spare cod-piece?" The reply was: "You've had your chips so stop whingeing, get back on your horse and give Willy what-for!" Unfortunately Harold's ego overtook him so he just stuck his index fingers into his ears whilst repeating la-la-la. On the other hand, William the Conker brought out a piece of string from his pocket, tied one of his nuts to it, walloped said Harold's eye and said: "I'm the King of the Castle and you're a silly bastard!" To which Hastings, the famous aide-de-camp of Poirot said "That's a bit harsh old chap." And that's as true as I'm sitting on a genuine Gillow's piano stool bought for £20 in a local house sale.
Gillow... isn't that the chap who introduced monogamy to Britain?
That's absolutely right, Goosey! Those Northern history books don't 'arf tell it like it is, but beware of Gillow's stools, they can become very 'Waring' after a few years! Ha ha ha, my little jest...
Harold fell a few miles from here of course, but the 'La la la' you intone must have come from the other bloke, because it's French!
And he would have struggled with the A and E in the Conquest, as they'd be full up with the normal detritus which loads all the services after a good night's drinking!
Corin, He actually started in Scotland, worked his way down through Wales, and finished up in Folkestone, just in time to catch the next ferry across, three-hundred years later!
That's bloody remarkable for a Hoopoe... I thought they came from Africa! I don't bloody blame him catching the ferry back... he must have been cream crackered... talking of which I have half a mind to boycott my local Budgins. I'm not happy with how they store the cream crackers. I bought a packet only last Tuesday, and the other night I thought I might have a cracker with a nice piece of Cheddar left over from Joyce's funeral. But the the sodding crackers were stale. I can't stand that can you..? Everytime I tried to eat one of them, they discombobulated... no not discombobulate... disinergate.... diskener... Bloody broke in two before I could get the damn thing in my mouth. I had crumbs and margarine all over my green made to measure Fifty Shilling Tailor suit... luckily it's made from Dacron, so a wipe down with some white spirit got off most of the worse.
Anyway... the last time I went over to Deepep from New Haven was on a beer run... oh we all had a lovely time, despite the coach driver breaking his leg and saying it was my fault, which it wasn't!... but I wish I'd worn my old shoes.
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