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Discussion in 'Personal' started by Dunteachin, Nov 17, 2016.
Ooh, a new profile pic?!
I've just come across a CD in our collection called Forgetting Your Past. It seems it's some sort of self hypnosis CD.
For the life of me I can't remember either buying it or using it. Do you think someone is playing a trick on me?
Do school children in the Western Isles go loopy at playtimes when it's not windy?
I think Professor @Mangleworzle has lectured on this very phenominonem!
Nothing since yesterday?
I think someone is taking all the fun out of these boards. You daren't post a comment on any thread about Brexit because some Brexiteer Farage supporting troll will jump down your throat. Mr Douglas (not Kirk) keeps posting threads for no apparent reason (suspected robot troll), others are just bogged down, and my barmpottery valve has failed. Even after spending most of the day with my daughter and grandaughter (nearly six months) and having a good laugh most of the time. Baby is hilarious but just looks at you with the big blue eyes not knowing why we are laughing at her, poor kid. Whither barmpottery, or tomfoolery, or anything sniggerworthy? Everybody has got so serious, they are disappearing up their own sanctimonious backsides with a squeaky pop!
Worrisome things, squeaky pops.
I apologise profusely for the part I played in that. I promise I won't do it again.
By Jove Ivar, you have it!
The upper, middle, bottom-tween valve has bunged up, stand by while I try to clear it.
There, better out than in.
It just needs some of our most skilled operatives from the Lower Wittering Technical College For Ne'er Do Wells to fix things with big hammers:
Nearly there, just need to get the mixture right:
Now to let the pressure build up again and we'll soon be there.
That Otto is in for a proper klout.
Thank goodness you have arrived to save the day, Professor Mangleworzle!
That Otto is a lovely street artist! Can he come and do me?
My portrait, obvs.
But with a good hose-down afterwards....
Cleaning one's gutters is no laughing matter, I'll have you know.
Cleaning one's gutter??!
Wos that about... urban slang for...
OH! The penny drops...
So THAT'S what the "G" in "GUM Clinic" stands for!
We didn't have gum till all those Yanks came over during the war.
We once had a yank lacrosse coach stay with us. He phoned up one morning in the easter holidays to say that he'd just woken up in a strange bed with a girl he vaguely remembered meeting the night before. I told him to get his pants on, thank the lady for a lovely evening, get out of the house and then find the nearest road name. I would then set out on a rescue mission. Being determined not to send him back to his mama with something he didn't have when he arrived, we headed straight for the nearest GUM clinic. It was only after throwing him through the doors and taking a seat in the waiting room that a horrifying thought occurred to me. What if someone came in who knew me!
What, Aunty Dunty, would have been the protocol if an acquaintance had entered the waiting room at that point?