Well, it’s a normal scene in the shed this morning, B.O, coffee, little amaretto biscuit, and the steady counting of rivets from one box to another. Outside, Harvey the gardener lets out a long sigh. He had hoped things were brightening up last week, but here it was, bleak outlook, it was pissing it down and that little red robin on the tree was eyeing him forlornly. Whilst things admittedly were looking up on the lawn, Harvey knew what was needed was a wind change. “ 1834,1835, 1836,’” he could hear, coming from the shed. That was a proper count in there, he thought to himself. Well, onwards and upwards, may the farce not be with us much longer. He’s still here. Oh fuck...
Dear @3blokes I keep putting my bin out on Thursdays when you remind me, but every time it sits there for nearly a week before it gets emptied! What am I doing wrong? Yours, Puzzled from Berkshire
Dear Puzzled from Berkshire, I was tempted to say that you were getting a rubbish service there, but, of course, the very essence of the problem appears to be that you aren’t I would be inclined to set up surveillance, and when the bin men do turn up, tell them they are 6 days late Do this every week until either you or they snap Best regards Dumped of Maidstone
Day 1842 and 1843. Well, an awful lot of oh fucks have gone under the bridge since panto season descended on the club early one January many moons ago. Unfortunately, since then, it’s been on an extended run. We’ve even had a bit of oh yes it’s sold oh no it isn’t, thrown in for good measure. Oh well, one day the show won’t go on. But for now he’s still here. Oh fuck..
I'll go for Cinderella, the classic rags to riches story! But I might need a bit of help with the casting...
Cinderella (CAFC?) lives a life of drudgery, bullied by her horrible Ugly sisters, Salmonella (Katrien) and Listeria (Driesen)).
Her muddled and confused father, Baron Hardup (got to be Roland!) is powerless to intervene (he’s more scared of them than she is!) and her only comfort is her pal Buttons (Bowyer)!
Prince Charming (aka The Aussies?) is holding a (foot)ball to meet his bride to be. Can this be the chance that Cinders has been waiting for?
Despite the best efforts of her two malicious Ugly Sisters, Cinderella shall go to the ball with the help of her Magical Fairy Godmother (CARD)!
Duchatelet is still here, he's like the fart that follows you around when your Irritable bowel syndrome is playing you up. Invisible but deadly, and whenever you think the IBS has gone it comes back to haunt and ensue and make the misery of existence that much harder to bear.
Day 1849 and 1850. Perhaps we need an SE7 version of Nancy Pelosi. Anyway, this thread regrets to inform you that he’s still here. It’s time to go and bang a few things round in the shed or similar garden construction, shout a bit, and steel oneself to another day. Oh fuck...
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Sad days.
He’s still here.
Oh bollocky great fuck...
Well, it’s a normal scene in the shed this morning, B.O, coffee, little amaretto biscuit, and the steady counting of rivets from one box to another.
Outside, Harvey the gardener lets out a long sigh.
He had hoped things were brightening up last week, but here it was, bleak outlook, it was pissing it down and that little red robin on the tree was eyeing him forlornly.
Whilst things admittedly were looking up on the lawn, Harvey knew what was needed was a wind change.
“ 1834,1835, 1836,’” he could hear, coming from the shed.
That was a proper count in there, he thought to himself.
Well, onwards and upwards, may the farce not be with us much longer.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
Oh anticyclonic gloom fuck!
He’s still here.
Oh fuck..
Now its a right old bigly day with Brexit and all that malarkey.
But underneath all that, he’s still here.
Oh deal or no deal fuck..
I read this for today as ‘Cunting are the Days ‘Til Roland Duchatelet Sells Charlton Althletic.’
Struggling to disagree with the sentiment though.
In these days of uncertainty all round us, one thing remains clear.
He’s STILL here.
Oh fuck..
Bin there done it.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
I keep putting my bin out on Thursdays when you remind me, but every time it sits there for nearly a week before it gets emptied!
What am I doing wrong?
Yours,
Puzzled from Berkshire
I was tempted to say that you were getting a rubbish service there, but, of course, the very essence of the problem appears to be that you aren’t
I would be inclined to set up surveillance, and when the bin men do turn up, tell them they are 6 days late
Do this every week until either you or they snap
Best regards
Dumped of Maidstone
He’s still here.
Oh fuck..
Well, an awful lot of oh fucks have gone under the bridge since panto season descended on the club early one January many moons ago.
Unfortunately, since then, it’s been on an extended run.
We’ve even had a bit of oh yes it’s sold oh no it isn’t, thrown in for good measure.
Oh well, one day the show won’t go on.
But for now he’s still here.
Oh fuck..
I'll go for Cinderella, the classic rags to riches story! But I might need a bit of help with the casting...
Cinderella (CAFC?) lives a life of drudgery, bullied by her horrible Ugly sisters, Salmonella (Katrien) and Listeria (Driesen)).
Her muddled and confused father, Baron Hardup (got to be Roland!) is powerless to intervene (he’s more scared of them than she is!) and her only comfort is her pal Buttons (Bowyer)!
Prince Charming (aka The Aussies?) is holding a (foot)ball to meet his bride to be. Can this be the chance that Cinders has been waiting for?
Despite the best efforts of her two malicious Ugly Sisters, Cinderella shall go to the ball with the help of her Magical Fairy Godmother (CARD)!
Doing well on the pitch.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck..
He’s still here.
Oh fuck..
He’s still here.
Oh no snow fuck..
Anyone seen that film "Interview with a Vampire"?
Buzz was prescient beyond his Lightyears.
Another day, another bin.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
Day1848he’sstillhereohfridayfuck...
he's like the fart that follows you around when your Irritable bowel syndrome is playing you up. Invisible but deadly, and whenever you think the IBS has gone it comes back to haunt and ensue and make the misery of existence that much harder to bear.
Have a nice day.
Perhaps we need an SE7 version of Nancy Pelosi.
Anyway, this thread regrets to inform you that he’s still here.
It’s time to go and bang a few things round in the shed or similar garden construction, shout a bit, and steel oneself to another day.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck ..
He’s still here.
Oh brexity fuck..