Don't know why, but the idea of the Prince of Wales fetching his own feathers suddenly seems a lot more interesting than the game of rugby itself. I knowwhich one I'd pay to watch...
My mum's local got pulled down and turned into one of these -- whither I am now bound for Extreme Grocery Action. So technically I am away down the Irwin - not my fault it's not there any more...
I remember as a child I always went to stay at my Grandmas house at new year and after midnight her neighbor used to invite us in for snowballs, how 70's. Being that I would have been under 10 I am not sure how sensible this was but it could explain a lot!
Happy New Year btw
-- Edited by Mrsbarrowboy on Thursday 2nd of January 2014 10:20:15 AM
I'm pretty sure that snowballs were dished out to all and sundry - children, teetotal great aunts, etc who Did Not Drink at Christmas for whatever reason: the logic must have gone like this:
1. No sensible drink is yellow
2. No real drink is opaque
3. It's half lemonade anyway, which is for kids
4. And that cherry on top means it's really just a rather liquid trifle, and that's pudding.
In the late 70s I was a barmaid at the sort of east Leeds boozer not much give to ****tails - but there was a crusty bottle of parfait amour under the sink for some reason. I was never, ever tempted to take a test swig
OH SEE WHERE THE SYSTEM HAS CENSORED MY USE OF A WORD FOR MIXED DRINKS... TEE HEE
(today I have ordered my series 4, so that's two whole reasons to be cheeful - not bad for 2014 so far...)
-- Edited by Marigold on Thursday 2nd of January 2014 09:55:21 PM
LOVE that logic! and to follow with an 80's classic (although you didn't put up the blue one) now where next? Midori? malibu? no, will go with the bols connection just don't ask me how i know this.
Ha! A little Googling got me back up to speed... which was a doddle after the phonecall I just had with BT, which led to their grovelling apologies and a £10 compensation credit for a failed attempt to overcharge me £90 on my latest bill (and that's £10 straight into the series 5 piggy bank of course)
War gaming, eh? You're messing with the woman who lost the interactive Battle of Hastings at the Royal Armories three times in a row- not bad, given there were only 2 sides to start with...
we used to go camping in France every summer when we were kids. One stand out memory for me was going to see the Bayeux Tapestry. Very humbling to look at something so old
The first joke I ever got involving French was Paddington's attempt to navigate the Brown family along a shred of marmelade stuck to his map to a place that translates as "loose chippings"
as masterB was sent home on the last day of term he missed his class trip to the tower circus panto, to make up I took him last week. I have never been before and was most impressed and got totally carried away, oh yes I did!
If my trivia-ometer serves me well, that leaves another 4 ingredients of that particular brew that should be ashamed of themselves!
Best I can do right now (got back from mother's to find my series 4 waiting on the doormat - so of course I had to give it a bit of a test drive... it might have been a wonky DVD and I might have had to ruturn it before we have a rewatch...) But it'sOK...
Actually only the first episode before it was time for bed (and then some). But will probabky feel the need to make sure the other disks are healthy by watching everything over the weekend...
(Obviously, as a Yorkshirewoman, I'm culturally obliged to mock the dinky Yorkshire pud served WITH the dinner, rather than a proper big one first... ut that's nothing to the mocking I'd give millionaire Mr Hurst. Err...)
why do you Yorkshire folk have pudding before your tea? Here in Lancashire, and I think the rest of the world, pudding is the course you have at the end
Mmm, in the case of my family, dad would have felt defrauded if the Yorkshire pud had been much smaller than the plate - certainly too big to fit anything else on, so of course everything else came afterwords (and left no room for afters)
Very much like the pasta course first - Italian and Yorkshire matriarchs alike would tell the assembled clan - the more Yorkshire pud/ spaghetti you eat now, the more meat you can have later. And it wqs mostly a bluff.
And you're not telling me that Lancashire folk are so uncivilizeed that you put custard on your steak and kidney pudding, are you? I am shocked.
It was a kids tv drama adapted from a book about a prehistoric boy who lived in a cave at the local dump, it was called 'Stig of the Dump' I read the book at primary school and this was the first book I knew to see turn into a tv show circa 1980
THIS is the Stig I grew up with - don't remember if he was a Jackanory story or whether we had it read to us at school, but I know I liked it so much I bought the book - and he was much shaggier the first time round (well it was the Sixties after all):
there was Velma Barfield, an American serial killer who was the first woman to be killed by lethal injection but that is not a very jolly connection instead how about a good reason to abstain from plastic surgery!
if you are struggling with a pic try left clicking and search google for this image, it works wonders. i'll help you out this time, it is the character 'Bouncer' from Tracey Beaker, hence the Pearls 'favorite' show remark
always happy to oblige. what about wolfblood? Have you not got into that? The joys of having an 8 year old mean you can watch CBBC guilt-free because you are 'spending quality time' snuggling on the sofa.
I want one of these, it is so geeky
-- Edited by Mrsbarrowboy on Saturday 25th of January 2014 10:03:22 AM
