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Gramaisc
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I did catch one once, very fleetingly.Come on! Everybody knows they don’t have nests, they live inside clocks.
Gramaisc
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... an election candidate bid me a cheery farewell with "I hope to see you on the bog one day!"
This canvassing call, of course, was not about the current madness on the Big Island, but a county council affair where I am.
The caller was a Green Party candidate and she had been involved with the construction of some impressive infrastructure on some nearby bogland.
This is one bit.
This canvassing call, of course, was not about the current madness on the Big Island, but a county council affair where I am.
The caller was a Green Party candidate and she had been involved with the construction of some impressive infrastructure on some nearby bogland.
This is one bit.
Mudgie
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That'd work well across Lake Sandon.
staffordjas
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10.30pm Saturday night" last orders" In a packed pub
staffordjas
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At least I might make breakfast now. 
The GP and Naval Leiutenant Colenal ( or whatever he was) that invited us to join them, had just bought another bottle of wine, so took most of it back in their taxi.
The GP and Naval Leiutenant Colenal ( or whatever he was) that invited us to join them, had just bought another bottle of wine, so took most of it back in their taxi.
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staffordjas
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Could do with that GP as my GP....might not feel so guilty about lying to the question then on " how many units a week?" .
She was knocking the wine back , had a pacemaker fitted 2 yrs ago after her heart stopped completely so now thinking life is for living.
She was knocking the wine back , had a pacemaker fitted 2 yrs ago after her heart stopped completely so now thinking life is for living.
Gramaisc
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... a local covers band at the aftermath of yesterday's wedding of one of the children of the second nearest acceptable pub.
Songs were done in such an off-genre style that, even knowing the words, it was hard to recognise what it originally was.
One that I did spot was Dancing Queen, in the manner of The Pogues.
Absolutely top-notch stuff!
Songs were done in such an off-genre style that, even knowing the words, it was hard to recognise what it originally was.
One that I did spot was Dancing Queen, in the manner of The Pogues.
Absolutely top-notch stuff!
Gramaisc
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... a bloke shout at me from a passing car.
OK, this actually happened on Sunday, but it was a very strange incident, for various reasons, and it has taken until today to establish who it was.
The two of us were walking back down the middle tarmac road over the mountains, near the top, when two cars approached, going up the last bit of the climb to the ridge. I wasn't paying much attention to the cars, being more interested in retaining my footing, as I walked along the verge of the narrow road, to let the cars pass, but I had noticed that the first car was a fairly elderly BMW convertible, with the hood down.
As they drove past, the passenger in the car shouted at me by name. This seemed odd, plus the sound of the chap's voice was 'different', but I had no idea who it was. We could see him, waving, as the car drew away, but not clearly enough to establish who he was, or wasn't. Even more unusual, was that he made no reference to my walking companion, who knows virtually everybody in a thirty mile radius. We can be fifty miles away up a mountain and he will talk to a random passing walker, establishing within thirty seconds that they both have an intermediate acquaintance of long-standing.
Walking back to the transport, we drew up a list of about fifteen potential suspects, none of whom was really 'in the frame', but we never even mentioned the chap that it actually was. He is one of the few people that I know in the area, but my walking companion doesn't. He would understand who it is, but he would have just had no interaction with him in the three years he's lived in the area.
I have, so far, refused to reveal who it is.
To be fair, I would never have worked it out, if I hadn't got the info from someone who would know about the unusual car they have, which I wasn't party to until today. The 'difference' in the perceived sound of the shout was because the chap is English, from around Evesham, and has only been around here for about three years.
All is revealed - to me.
OK, this actually happened on Sunday, but it was a very strange incident, for various reasons, and it has taken until today to establish who it was.
The two of us were walking back down the middle tarmac road over the mountains, near the top, when two cars approached, going up the last bit of the climb to the ridge. I wasn't paying much attention to the cars, being more interested in retaining my footing, as I walked along the verge of the narrow road, to let the cars pass, but I had noticed that the first car was a fairly elderly BMW convertible, with the hood down.
As they drove past, the passenger in the car shouted at me by name. This seemed odd, plus the sound of the chap's voice was 'different', but I had no idea who it was. We could see him, waving, as the car drew away, but not clearly enough to establish who he was, or wasn't. Even more unusual, was that he made no reference to my walking companion, who knows virtually everybody in a thirty mile radius. We can be fifty miles away up a mountain and he will talk to a random passing walker, establishing within thirty seconds that they both have an intermediate acquaintance of long-standing.
Walking back to the transport, we drew up a list of about fifteen potential suspects, none of whom was really 'in the frame', but we never even mentioned the chap that it actually was. He is one of the few people that I know in the area, but my walking companion doesn't. He would understand who it is, but he would have just had no interaction with him in the three years he's lived in the area.
I have, so far, refused to reveal who it is.
To be fair, I would never have worked it out, if I hadn't got the info from someone who would know about the unusual car they have, which I wasn't party to until today. The 'difference' in the perceived sound of the shout was because the chap is English, from around Evesham, and has only been around here for about three years.
All is revealed - to me.
DeltaHotel
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Gramaisc
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... "I am part of a French volleyball team!"
This was said to me as an explanation for why the jittery, startled girl was standing, alone, in the middle of an abandoned pub, in a foreign country, at midnight.
There had been only me and the owner there and, as I was about to leave, we went out the back to sort through some stuff that he keeps for me, so that I could take the right ones with me.
We came back in quite suddenly and found her standing there and feeling that she must explain her presence, quickly and clearly. Eventually, it was established that the team were passing there on a minibus when she wanted to use the toilet and the driver, knowing his way around, had told her to just nip in and she would be OK in there. She did, only to find the place completely empty. She had performed her task and was about to leave when we "caught her on the premises".
Her babbled explanation just made her, and us, steadily more hysterical until the situation was finally resolved.
As I walked home, we waved each other farewell as the minibus departed into the night for its unknown destination.
This was said to me as an explanation for why the jittery, startled girl was standing, alone, in the middle of an abandoned pub, in a foreign country, at midnight.
There had been only me and the owner there and, as I was about to leave, we went out the back to sort through some stuff that he keeps for me, so that I could take the right ones with me.
We came back in quite suddenly and found her standing there and feeling that she must explain her presence, quickly and clearly. Eventually, it was established that the team were passing there on a minibus when she wanted to use the toilet and the driver, knowing his way around, had told her to just nip in and she would be OK in there. She did, only to find the place completely empty. She had performed her task and was about to leave when we "caught her on the premises".
Her babbled explanation just made her, and us, steadily more hysterical until the situation was finally resolved.
As I walked home, we waved each other farewell as the minibus departed into the night for its unknown destination.
DeltaHotel
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Let’s be honest, we’ve all used that excuse for wee before now
I SAID OUTSIDE HITTER!