My tummy is full, I ate your toast too
My tummy is full, I ate your toast too
We might be on for a forum in bloom prize.
The flowers in the window boxes look A1.
Sat here having a quiet pint thinking about poor old wheeze.
Full tanks and no relief. May be hamshank or love lust might help the poor old lad.
Moving swiftly on to the new salted peanuts and scratching, very nice to have free tasters on the tables.
Last edited by Stagger; 16-06-2020 at 09:46 PM.
Sitting under the veranda this evening puffing on my Cohiba Esplendidos to keep the midges off, I had one of those surreal moments recalling sitting in a stream with Wheeze puffing on a cigar and listening to Pink Floyd.
That kind of behaviour is probably frowned upon by the modern generation of fell runners, never mind, the memories last forever.
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
My dear chap. That was, without a doubt, one of the highpoints of a happy sporting life in the hills. But the context is all. As it represented your final admission into the Dragons Back Club, it was a particularly sweet moment!
Now, stand by. I have been working on Armageddon so that he will be ready to hammer over to you for a visit when Old Git Drakeford lifts his dead hand...the lure of a Cohiba is strong! Incidentally, where on earth do you get them from in your neck o' the woods??
Simon Blease
Monmouth
Must have nodded off after reading the malt page.
Still semi light outside.
Off to bed for me.
Remember to put the windows on lock.
I am only on the lemonade tonight, does make the evening drag though. Off home to put the chickens to bed.
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
A wee dram of the good stuff please.
Anyone care to join me?