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It helps to watch it if you imagine he has a toffee up his arse and is chewing it!

I like it.....

GE will be alright......He has a plan. He get's along fine with everything that's going on around him........Doesn't see anything to worry about, and feels compassion for those poor souls that do. Churchill said if you confront a danger......you immediately halve it.......The corollary of course is that if you don't.....The danger grows. Unless you're an ostrich. An ostrich is much happier with his head in the sand and his arse in the air........Good plan GE.

Thanks Gary As you said ... Not something to laugh at anymore... Made in 2012 and I might have seen the funny side then.... Only 3 years .......makes you ponder.

I know you're correct ..... But flying over Australia it's a bloody BIG island. I love ze chalawnge of driving in France....it is so .... So Jen no'say quar

Have had my little yaris for 8 years now............Great for Patts. I've gone native and developed all the Thai bad habits. I agree sometimes a bike would be useful.........I had a Kawasaki in the UK and commuted up to London on it for about 6 years........The Chiltern's train-line into Marylebone cost an arm and a leg so it saved me a fortune. But I never felt I was playing Russian or Rush-hour roulette in the UK...........I do here. Not least the thrill of driving into standing water. Car's the way to go nkped ............You'll soon adjust.

I popped into a gentlemen's club yesterday about 12.30pm.. There was a sign up saying they 'were closed tomorrow' which i was pretty sure had been put up the day before........but desperate, and on the off chance I put my hear around the metal gates anyway and saw two girls sweeping leaves and an old one sitting folding towels. The old lady sees me and bellows, 'Can come can come' She tells me, 'Bom, (my regular), not here but you can fuck one of these.' With a nonchalant flick of the wrist she indicates towards the two girls in sloppy shirts, shorts and flip-flops. Seeing a chance to get away from the manual labour and make some money from the work they are trained for..... but caught unawares in drab clothes and denied the artifice of make-up, both girls like the professionals they are, put down their brooms and stuck their tits in my face. Now a gentleman would have taken them both.....But on the reasoning that the lucky one would repay her good fortune in enthusiastic gratitude I chose the one with the biggest dumplings and off we went.The old lady shouts 'If want beer can take room but not bar' 'appy days...

Sorry Bullfrog I'm hopeless...........I know my way round the Darkside by where bars are. If someone says to me, 'It's on the same soi as Paradise and Mango and on the left before you get to Black Sheep" Then I've enough to find the place. And that's the only way (without going to google maps) that i can describe it's position to you........One extra hint the bar is bright Orange. Booze-Lounge is on Soi Kow'ta'Lo..........For some reason that soi name has stuck. They sell poppies there.

I picked one up at Casual with a Sunday Roast on the Darkside. Today I popped into The Booze Lounge and they had poppies too.

Will avoid like a dose of cupid's measles.......

We avoided each other for the rest of the party......My host and would be Pandarus saw the funny side though............as did, I reckon, all the other men within ear-shot. For me it was the thought that I would be snuggled-up in Soi 6 the very next week that gave me the strength to be dismissive. Before Thailand I would have taken the cues from her script........and auditioned for the part she had outlined. Anything she wanted and any ignominious submission it took to get in her knickers. Now, thanks to Thailand, she was practically invisible to me.........All the power over men that she was accustomed to wielding, a power derived from her undoubted looks counted for sod-all with me. I didn't give a fly's belch..... It wasn't the coarse abruptness of my words it was my casual dismissal i think that shook her. In a movie of course she would have swooned and fallen into my dominating manly arms.......Because after all that's what an ice-queen is really supposed to want. But I don't recall making any eye-contact with her after that. She probably spent the rest of the party consoling herself with the conviction that I must be gay.

True story...... Perhaps we all have one like it.... I went to a party in Hampstead North London in the mid naughties. An attractive woman I'd been sort of set up with was holding forth in a circle of about 8 people. She was ticking off all the attributes she was looking for in any man daring enough to woo her. ........"Sensitive to a woman's needs. strong but not dominating .... Able to share in the cooking and cleaning.....to accept the essential equality between a man and a woman in a loving partnership...." She went on quite awhile. It was clear she'd given the subject considerable thought. When she finally finished the Hampstead Heads nodding in agreement with her looked expectantly to me....the unasked question being 'What do I look for in a woman....?' I'm proud to say I smiled and said 'I'm just looking for a shag!.... Where's the sausage rolls?'

You better watch those monkeys...!

On the Hakka..... I got into a conversation about it with a Maori ex-rugby player..........We didn't get on well but our girlfriends were mates so we tolerated each other. The conversation began along the lines of.........The hakka's fine but that i didn't like conditions being placed upon the opposing team, in what seems to me at least a thinly veiled attempt to gain a psychological advantage. The opposition must respect....they must watch or they are considered disrespectful..........etc. He answered with, well do your own hakka....... I said, 'No do whatever you want to do.........But don't set conditions on the team opposite. If Campese wants to practice goal-kicks at his end why not? Campese was being rude according to the Maori chapter of De'bretts. And he went into one..Cursing Campese and saying what he'd do to him if their paths ever crossed. Never one to resist pouring oil onto a fire I said........"In any case it's a maori tradition and they do it well.......But the non-Maoris just look like idiots!!" Thankfully the girls calmed things down before my head was torn from my shoulders........ But and here's the point.......He said later to his GF That I was racist. At the time I couldn't see it..... I think now he was probably right........ But I still think Maori authentic.......White guys a corny pastiche ..... when I watch the Hakka...... Opps thought I was in the Rugby thread......... So to make amends..........Good er ........song

Just announced there's going to be a play-off for 5th place.........It will be called the 6 Nations

I went to Dicey's yesterday. Had the Turkey. Great selection. The roast potatoes were not to my liking.........apart from that pretty good.

Getting geared up for the new Bond movie, I re-visited 'From Russia with Love', I'd last read it 48 years ago. I'd forgotten how different in small ways the film is to the book. 'Specktor' encoding machine not 'Lecktor' ........Bond's assassination sanctioned by official Russian 'Smersh' not super criminal outfit 'Spectre' The biggest surprise is that I'd forgotten that Fleming kills Bond off......It was his intention to end the series with this book. Rosa Klebb actually gets Bond with those poison tipped blades in her shoes. It's thanks to JFK saying it was his number one thriller that led to a surge in sales that we still have Bond with us. My personal theory is that JFK was at least partially sending out a coded message to Marilyn Monroe......You'll remember in the film and the book a man pops out of her open mouth! Fleming writes well. His original books hold up and are easy reads. PS. Did you know the lesbian 'Rosa Klebb' name is a pun on a contemporary Russian women's rights slogan.......'Bread and Roses'? Fleming had fun with his character's names.........Glad to see it continues in the film out next month 'Spectre'.......one of the Bond girls is called Madeline Swann, a Proustian reference........It's likely Bond will learn a lot he didn't know about his life from her..........Phuck knows what Pussy Galore was supposed to mean......Anyway roll on the 6th November.

We went into hysterics if an arm, (bra) or head, (tete) was mentioned in French.........Best days of our lives. Anyway the 5 day forecast looks like rain......... Did you know that the smell of rain is actinomycetes.......a type of bacteria?

Good one. When I was a teen in a swimming club and we were doing back-stroke........There'd be a line of us sent off in 5 sec intervals. If there was a girl following me.....I'd slow down with my legs apart.........Hoping her hand would brush my genitals. That was as close as I got to sex.

I was just doing my swim .......Only me and one other swimmer, a bloke doing breast-stroke + the new robot that cleans the pool. Cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning...........I'm calculating that his head is sticking up further out of the water than my front-crawl style and he'll get hit before me. I'm a nasty sod.

I tried to send a message to another member and it got stuck.........Didn't go so i cancelled to get out. Edit in...when I posted this before this edit it stuck so I clicked on VNcontent. Then a pop-up told me that my message I'd composed about 5 mins earlier had been sent. So it's all working ............Just slow.

She didn't hug me..............!!! But that's because I wouldn't let her. I'd taken my strict instructions not to flirt with her in anyway to heart. I think I relented at her insistence but it was more of a hips out mutual pat on the shoulders.

Send Bushcraft round.

Well woke up......... Decided it hadn't been a bad dream. Deal with it atlas. Yawned ......scratched my arse......dealt with. Perhaps some of that team will play long enough to put things right.......But I doubt it. Robshaw and others will deal with going out so soon this tournament, (first time England don't go through to the playoffs......first time a home team hasn't made it through)......... by burying it as deep as they can. .....But I suspect even in their 80's there'll be moments when they look in the morning mirror and it all comes back and they shout, "FUUUUUUUUUCK!" and find that they've just ripped the sink off the wall. Australia were fractions better......In attack, defence, and scrum. Those fractions grew into dominance. They deserved to win and did. No complaints. Good luck to them now. Where the English players will forever kick themselves is the way they lost to Wales. No shame or surprise in losing to Wales it happens often enough........But they shouldn't have lost that particular game. But they did and they are out. Ahh well....''appy days' FUUUUUUUUCK!

Well England have never overcome such a half-time deficit in Test rugby........... Australia are playing well and now have tons of confidence........ Not looking good.......BUT.......If we get a break early on we can still win that half and the game. Not a problem then.