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Talking of old duffers and 'what goes around comes around' ......
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My "Mr Tambourine Man" and "Turn Turn Turn" LP's hiss like a Freon leak on a Hall's compressor.
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A young Theresa May?
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What may she?
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Having a mug of Typhoo before heading out in search of a corn field. Or was it wheat?
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Freon, FREON!----
----get some in, ES, and get a good whiff of NH3-----that'll clear your tubes! Even the smallest leak! Too small, even, to be detected by a 'hiss'-----now---where's me litmus paper? Phil (ex-Sabroe fan.)
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Nice one. Caught me by surprise and I laughed out loud!
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Young man you stand accused of introducing wit and humour into a thread where it has been noticeably absent. How do you plead?
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Not Guilty. ( Ooops sorry, when you said 'young man' I thought you were talking to me.)
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[QUOTE=Y0ungN1ck;39063]I read today that Greggs are considering making home deliveries by drone.
All sounds a bit pie in the sky to me…[/QUOTE Two or three years ago (it may have been more, my mind's calibration of time seems to be less reliant these days than it used be), one afternoon I was in Witham, Essex and having missed lunch, felt peckish and decided I would like a nice steak pie, or even meat and potato. I was waiting to cross the traffic lights and directly opposite was a Greggs. Ideal. After standing in a queue for several minutes I reached the front and asked the young lady what sort of hot pies they had. A look of extreme disdain spread across her face and she replied, "Pies? We don't sell pies." The young lady after exchanging smirks with her colleague, obviously took pity on the elderly simpleton who thought that Greggs could ever stoop so low as to sell pies and offered me a Sausagemeat Bake, which had the appearance of an elongated sausage roll. I declined her kind suggestion and departed the shop. I was dumbfounded. How could they not sell pies? When I lived up on the Tyne 60 years ago there were so many excellent pie shops that a Greggs was never my first choice, just one that you used if it happened to be handy. Nobody was more amazed than me when some years later they took over Carricks which was far better known for all types of catering and more respected. What is the country coming to if a pie is considered socially unacceptable? What next ... cloth caps ... clogs?
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Agreed although I am not sure Greggs would have been any sort of choice (at least they have not infected the Island as yet. Perhaps vaccinated with one dose of McDonalds confers some immunity).
Are you sure this is not a matter of snobbery - did you try them with 'ragout en croute'.
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Snobbery, of course it's snobbery. One is on dangerous ground here as One has not been formally introduced to Mr Stringer but One feels morally obliged to make comment on his predicament. One could be lost or abandoned in the Karakorum Range, the dense jungles of PNG or the Essex wasteland between Chelmsford and Colchester and not feel the need to ask a stranger for a nice steak pie, or even meat and potato. Similar to Ben Gunn One could look for a nice piece of English Cheese or a slice of bacon from a local Flitch.
To wean Mr Stringer off " a nice steak pie, or even meat and potato" , it is suggested he move to the "Island" and exist on the limited fare available and re-calibrate his palate. He will feel the better for it. QED. |
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Alas many of our fast food traditions have succumbed to the American invasion. Once in Taunton when I was training for ... 'the firm' ... I partook in a bucket from Kentucky Fried Chicken.
I spent most of the next day sitting on the bog doing a very passable impression of a Saturn V lifting off !! Never again !!!
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You might not get this unless you're a bit of a Star Trek fan ....
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Having admitted to the heinous crime of seeking hot food after 2pm in an English town, I find it distressing that ES proposes that I should be banished to an offshore (in all senses of the word) island, the home of tax-dodgers and refugee ne'er-do-wells from Liverpool. Living in a land where the pubs stop serving hot food about the same time that the Frenchman has just finished his aperitif and is appraising his first course, is humiliating enough without also being subjected to sniping from some One over the wall (and over the water).
I suppose that I should consider myself fortunate that I had not had any desire for chilled meat (or even sausages) or I might have suffered further opprobrium from ES's northern neighbours.
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Northern neighbours? They're my kith and kin.
I intended to type my reading of the UK/NI/EU carry-on but in all truth I just can't be arsed. Last edited by Engine Serang; 15th June 2021 at 10:23. Reason: unforgivable spelling. |
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I have a solution to controversial transport of sausages. Hoist them on a Yes-ministerial petard, surely they are high fat offal tubes.
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Bloody carry on about sausages. Britain exports more sausages to Israel than to NI and we are about to go to war. Send for Lord Kitchener.
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