I'll stick around, but i don't post as much anymore, i dunno, the forum doesn't have the same 'vibe' it used to anymore plus it has a lot less frequent posters (i feel a lot of previous people 'lurk' on it nowadays). It used to be zany and very funny (especially Mile's posts) but things aren't the same anymore. Thank god Boozy's still here, you can get a laugh with him.
I'll stick around, but i don't post as much anymore, i dunno, the forum doesn't have the same 'vibe' it used to anymore plus it has a lot less frequent posters (i feel a lot of previous people 'lurk' on it nowadays). It used to be zany and very funny (especially Mile's posts) but things aren't the same anymore. Thank god Boozy's still here, you can get a laugh with him.
yeah **** boozy, oh no wait, thats not what i meant
Professional Mel-the-Bell Simulator................"So realistic, I found myself reaching for the Kleenex King-Size!" - Richard Darling
It's that Smellie Mel's Bellend that usually does it for me. Have to rinse and shower after bumping into his comment on here.
EDIT: No, wait, that's TOTALLY what I mean!
Wasn't Len Fairclough a character from Coronation Street? Cor that takes me back. I was living in Derbyshire cant remember the name of the village and Elsie Tanner owned the pub and wanted a thick white shag carpet installed in her upstairs flat over the pub so I volunteered to help do it, i was only 21 at the time. She was trying to get me interested that much was obvious but being a dummy and shy I managed to escape with my virginity intact! I think she gave me a tenner for the installation which amounted to just unrolling the heavy assed carpet, no tacks, just letting it lie flat.
Wasn't Len Fairclough a character from Coronation Street? Cor that takes me back. I was living in Derbyshire cant remember the name of the village and Elsie Tanner owned the pub and wanted a thick white shag carpet installed in her upstairs flat over the pub so I volunteered to help do it, i was only 21 at the time. She was trying to get me interested that much was obvious but being a dummy and shy I managed to escape with my virginity intact! I think she gave me a tenner for the installation which amounted to just unrolling the heavy assed carpet, no tacks, just letting it lie flat.
Navigation Inn, Buxworth - been there and didn't realise until we left who used to own it!
I'll stick around, but i don't post as much anymore, i dunno, the forum doesn't have the same 'vibe' it used to anymore plus it has a lot less frequent posters (i feel a lot of previous people 'lurk' on it nowadays). It used to be zany and very funny (especially Mile's posts) but things aren't the same anymore. Thank god Boozy's still here, you can get a laugh with him.
Please don't go. It wouldn't be the same without you (and the rest of the faithful hard core). You want humour, here you go.
Why didn't the (select ethnic minority of choice) girl like using a vibrator?
Because it chips her teeth.
Wasn't Len Fairclough a character from Coronation Street? Cor that takes me back. I was living in Derbyshire cant remember the name of the village and Elsie Tanner owned the pub and wanted a thick white shag carpet installed in her upstairs flat over the pub so I volunteered to help do it, i was only 21 at the time. She was trying to get me interested that much was obvious but being a dummy and shy I managed to escape with my virginity intact! I think she gave me a tenner for the installation which amounted to just unrolling the heavy assed carpet, no tacks, just letting it lie flat.
Navigation Inn, Buxworth - been there and didn't realise until we left who used to own it!
Blimey Lee! That impressed the hell out of me! Bloody Sherlock Holmes you are. It was you who tracked down my little win at Micro Adventurer too, wasn''t it? Talk about 'No hiding place' (anyone remember THAT show? I can still remember the theme tune!) Of course once I stopped to think about it, its not that hard to work out how it was done but still its an impressive find.
Thanks for the memory (or the mammaries in the case of Pat Phoenix. Cor! Talk about missed opportunititties) Sigh. Yes, I lived in Buxworth for about 6 months or so, worked at Ferodo's in Chapel-en-le-Frith cutting brake lines and breathing asbestos.
I had a beautiful Royal Enfield Super Meteor 700cc bike and burned up the moorland roads with gay abandon. Lots of stories from that era. The woman I lived with was the girl of a thief who stole her from a mate of mine. He'd been briefly married to her but they couldn't make it work. He'd bought a narrow boat and taken it up there and so when I wanted out from my parents home my mate told me his wife had a room to rent.
I was rudely awoken one night by the law hoping to arrest me for murder! I said "You must be joking!" they werent. My last job had been at a horse stud farm in Hertfordshire and two arabs (Hassan brothers?) had chopped a woman up and fed her to the pigs. It was a huge story at the time and the cops tracked down everyone who had been in the vicinity. Fortunately I had a solid alibi because these blokes were bloody frightening.
Amazing how you reignited a ton of memories Lee. Thank you.
Wasn't Len Fairclough a character from Coronation Street? Cor that takes me back. I was living in Derbyshire cant remember the name of the village and Elsie Tanner owned the pub and wanted a thick white shag carpet installed in her upstairs flat over the pub so I volunteered to help do it, i was only 21 at the time. She was trying to get me interested that much was obvious but being a dummy and shy I managed to escape with my virginity intact! I think she gave me a tenner for the installation which amounted to just unrolling the heavy assed carpet, no tacks, just letting it lie flat.
Navigation Inn, Buxworth - been there and didn't realise until we left who used to own it!
Blimey Lee! That impressed the hell out of me! Bloody Sherlock Holmes you are. It was you who tracked down my little win at Micro Adventurer too, wasn''t it? Talk about 'No hiding place' (anyone remember THAT show? I can still remember the theme tune!) Of course once I stopped to think about it, its not that hard to work out how it was done but still its an impressive find.
Thanks for the memory (or the mammaries in the case of Pat Phoenix. Cor! Talk about missed opportunititties) Sigh. Yes, I lived in Buxworth for about 6 months or so, worked at Ferodo's in Chapel-en-le-Frith cutting brake lines and breathing asbestos.
I had a beautiful Royal Enfield Super Meteor 700cc bike and burned up the moorland roads with gay abandon. Lots of stories from that era. The woman I lived with was the girl of a thief who stole her from a mate of mine. He'd been briefly married to her but they couldn't make it work. He'd bought a narrow boat and taken it up there and so when I wanted out from my parents home my mate told me his wife had a room to rent.
I was rudely awoken one night by the law hoping to arrest me for murder! I said "You must be joking!" they werent. My last job had been at a horse stud farm in Hertfordshire and two arabs (Hassan brothers?) had chopped a woman up and fed her to the pigs. It was a huge story at the time and the cops tracked down everyone who had been in the vicinity. Fortunately I had a solid alibi because these blokes were bloody frightening.
Amazing how you reignited a ton of memories Lee. Thank you.
That is a blast from the past Mike!
The only Royal "Oilfield" I ever owned was the Crusader Sports.
The pig farm murder I also recall being big news at the time (early 70's) the two miscreants were called Hosein though not Hassan.
I had a Crusader too only the bog standard version. The one I always wanted was the Continental GT gearbox problems notwithstanding, I had a fix for that anyway. Molnar made special replacement cogs, better alloy and hardened too. It was a nice bike - the Crusader I mean. Dead reliable, solid predictable handling and quick enough though not a patch on the rice rockets of course. Enfields had comfortable seats and the angles were dead right for long rides, no crick in the neck, groin strain, aching bum because the handlebar width and height and the petrol tank position were right on the money and the biggest safety factor is being comfortable it means you can see properly and the controls fall to hand and you are therefore relaxed and alert.
Blimey Lee! That impressed the hell out of me! Bloody Sherlock Holmes you are. It was you who tracked down my little win at Micro Adventurer too, wasn''t it?
Blimey Lee! That impressed the hell out of me! Bloody Sherlock Holmes you are. It was you who tracked down my little win at Micro Adventurer too, wasn''t it?
Where'e ewgf? He's not posted for a while and he's been offline since December?
The server can rest easy for the time being.................
You live in Scotland don't you zx1? Yeah I lived in Edinburgh not that long after my Derbyshire stay. Worked at the Royal Circus Hotel which is where I met my first wife, an American girl on vacation, chased her back stateside.
She was on a learning history visit part of her college studies, completely wrong in every respect what they told them especially about castles. So I took her to see Craigmillar Castle now that was a really rough area at the time, road and pavements littered with half bricks, lower first floor windows of council housing had wire mesh guards to prevent broken windows presumably from the brick throwing! I told her now you're seeing a castle more like its proper environment. They weren't all about tapestries and fancy clothes, they were about keeping a hostile native population at bay and under control. A castle was more like a main battle tank than a fancy place to live in luxury.
Edinburgh had its moments, they were knocking down the old tenements, ever seen a rat run? Thousands like a brown carpet looking for new places to hide, I was on night duty had to let in two terrified cops who were yelling to be let in and "whatever ye do laddie dinnae open tha' fookin' door again!" Interesting job, often had to chuck out local drunks who latch onto guests to continue boozing after hours and get really obnoxious and sometimes violent.
More so when you consider the various internet archives that record this stuff anyway.
If you don't get it, then you are simply dumb.
No, I'm not dumb. You are dumb. >:)
Because people don't delete accounts to delete their posts. They know that in most cases they'll remain anyway. They delete their account because they don't won't to belong to some community any more. It's like leaving some organisation or religion.
Anyway, we actually don't know why Fog decided to leave. And claiming that someone behaves dramatically without knowing his reasons is dumb again.
Anyway again, I'm not arguing any more as arguing on internet is.. dumb. So have a ncie day.
Funny you mention religion. I left that behind years ago. I didn't take an ad out, or go to them demanding they remove all records of my previous membership. I just stopped going. Forums are the same. Stop visiting, you're no longer an active member. Coming back to post about it seems counterintuitive.
Where'e ewgf? He's not posted for a while and he's been offline since December?
The server can rest easy for the time being.................
You live in Scotland don't you zx1? Yeah I lived in Edinburgh not that long after my Derbyshire stay. Worked at the Royal Circus Hotel which is where I met my first wife, an American girl on vacation, chased her back stateside.
She was on a learning history visit part of her college studies, completely wrong in every respect what they told them especially about castles. So I took her to see Craigmillar Castle now that was a really rough area at the time, road and pavements littered with half bricks, lower first floor windows of council housing had wire mesh guards to prevent broken windows presumably from the brick throwing! I told her now you're seeing a castle more like its proper environment. They weren't all about tapestries and fancy clothes, they were about keeping a hostile native population at bay and under control. A castle was more like a main battle tank than a fancy place to live in luxury.
Edinburgh had its moments, they were knocking down the old tenements, ever seen a rat run? Thousands like a brown carpet looking for new places to hide, I was on night duty had to let in two terrified cops who were yelling to be let in and "whatever ye do laddie dinnae open tha' fookin' door again!" Interesting job, often had to chuck out local drunks who latch onto guests to continue boozing after hours and get really obnoxious and sometimes violent.
I haven't been to Edinburgh since 2004, the last time was for a stag do. We ended up in a lap dancing bar called the Fantasy Bar, i ended up paying £200 in there! That was a good night.
We also ended up in another one that specialised in black girls, that was erm, interesting! :))
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EDIT: No, wait, that's TOTALLY what I mean!
Sadly I too am old enough to remember this,( actor Peter Adamson for anyone in a google mood.)
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Navigation Inn, Buxworth - been there and didn't realise until we left who used to own it!
Please don't go. It wouldn't be the same without you (and the rest of the faithful hard core). You want humour, here you go.
Why didn't the (select ethnic minority of choice) girl like using a vibrator?
Because it chips her teeth.
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Blimey Lee! That impressed the hell out of me! Bloody Sherlock Holmes you are. It was you who tracked down my little win at Micro Adventurer too, wasn''t it? Talk about 'No hiding place' (anyone remember THAT show? I can still remember the theme tune!) Of course once I stopped to think about it, its not that hard to work out how it was done but still its an impressive find.
Thanks for the memory (or the mammaries in the case of Pat Phoenix. Cor! Talk about missed opportunititties) Sigh. Yes, I lived in Buxworth for about 6 months or so, worked at Ferodo's in Chapel-en-le-Frith cutting brake lines and breathing asbestos.
I had a beautiful Royal Enfield Super Meteor 700cc bike and burned up the moorland roads with gay abandon. Lots of stories from that era. The woman I lived with was the girl of a thief who stole her from a mate of mine. He'd been briefly married to her but they couldn't make it work. He'd bought a narrow boat and taken it up there and so when I wanted out from my parents home my mate told me his wife had a room to rent.
I was rudely awoken one night by the law hoping to arrest me for murder! I said "You must be joking!" they werent. My last job had been at a horse stud farm in Hertfordshire and two arabs (Hassan brothers?) had chopped a woman up and fed her to the pigs. It was a huge story at the time and the cops tracked down everyone who had been in the vicinity. Fortunately I had a solid alibi because these blokes were bloody frightening.
Amazing how you reignited a ton of memories Lee. Thank you.
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That is a blast from the past Mike!
The only Royal "Oilfield" I ever owned was the Crusader Sports.
The pig farm murder I also recall being big news at the time (early 70's) the two miscreants were called Hosein though not Hassan.
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I beg your pardon Rich. Thanks again.
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That's quite a mouthful...
She was on a learning history visit part of her college studies, completely wrong in every respect what they told them especially about castles. So I took her to see Craigmillar Castle now that was a really rough area at the time, road and pavements littered with half bricks, lower first floor windows of council housing had wire mesh guards to prevent broken windows presumably from the brick throwing! I told her now you're seeing a castle more like its proper environment. They weren't all about tapestries and fancy clothes, they were about keeping a hostile native population at bay and under control. A castle was more like a main battle tank than a fancy place to live in luxury.
Edinburgh had its moments, they were knocking down the old tenements, ever seen a rat run? Thousands like a brown carpet looking for new places to hide, I was on night duty had to let in two terrified cops who were yelling to be let in and "whatever ye do laddie dinnae open tha' fookin' door again!" Interesting job, often had to chuck out local drunks who latch onto guests to continue boozing after hours and get really obnoxious and sometimes violent.
https://mb.boardhost.com/BikerMike/index.html?1593001131
Funny you mention religion. I left that behind years ago. I didn't take an ad out, or go to them demanding they remove all records of my previous membership. I just stopped going. Forums are the same. Stop visiting, you're no longer an active member. Coming back to post about it seems counterintuitive.
I haven't been to Edinburgh since 2004, the last time was for a stag do. We ended up in a lap dancing bar called the Fantasy Bar, i ended up paying £200 in there! That was a good night.
We also ended up in another one that specialised in black girls, that was erm, interesting! :))