Ed Sheeranâs local?
They play that phrase through a klaxon every time heâs within 50 miles of Liverpool. Gives people a chance to get out
An extract about someone moaning about middle class camping
Festivals
All the fun of camping but without⌠any of the fun of camping. Noisy, smelly, cramped, crowded, terrible acoustics, unidentifiable slurry sucking at your wellies â and all that, of course, is just the portaloos. Being stuck in the same place as a load of drug dealers and one-weekend-a-year hippies is exactly what camping was invented to get away from. You might as well bivvy down in the middle of Camden Town.
Bestivals
See above, then add âwith sleep-deprived toddlersâ to the mix. Dante would need another nine-to-eleven Circles of Hell to do the idea justice.
Hmm, sounds like a recently retired forum memberâŚ
Iâm having Aubergine Curry Dal on Herby Flatbread with Chicken Caviar for lunch as it happens. I may stroll up the lane to The Crown for a few pints of Yaks milk afterwards. We have very exotic tastes in Liverpool donât you know!
He was definitely pro rushing in all the time, facts or not.
I only wish I had had the chance to mention it on the Ukraine threadâŚ.
Has anyone won yet? (No need to answer btw)
Well what is funny is that I invited people to start a new thread and no-one has.
Oh, ffs
I did a blood test on a garden frog to extract its DNA and confirm its identity.
I discovered the frog was 70% British, 20% French, 7% Italian, 2% Dutch and a tad Pole.
And obviously nicked
Itâs retaliation time!!!
There is a job in the newspaper that say its requirements are: Bilingual, mathematical and good with computers.
So a dog walks in to the office with a note in his mouth saying he can do all the things asked and he drops this note on the desk of the receptionist.
The receptionist is astounded and calls the manager immediately. The manager comes down and says âalright then, youâll have to prove your claim. Firstly, you have to be good with computers.â The dog runs to the computer behind the desk and types up his CV.
The manager says âVery good. But youâve got to be mathematical and we have a test on that. Youâve got an hour to complete it.â The manager puts the test in the dogs mouth and the dog wanders off.
The dog comes back an hour later and gives the test to the manager. The manager quickly marks it and says âExceptional, 100%. But youâve also got to be bilingual.â
The dog replies âMeow.â