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Morning all, not a bad London morning today.

Ha! You're an imposter!
1 the weather is cold and shit again
2 even if the weather is good, convention is to complain

(Ignore me, I have a sore arm. Yes it's my wanking hand.)
 
Ha! You're an imposter!
1 the weather is cold and shit again
2 even if the weather is good, convention is to complain

(Ignore me, I have a sore arm. Yes it's my wanking hand.)

As far as I'm concerned anything above 10 c and dry is good.

Try wanking with your other hand, you might find another dynamic to enjoy!

I'm still wank free for lent! Now that's something I could complain about.
 
It’s grey here and just started to rain as I reached the office... and the tubes were shit... a little too intimate for me :eek:
 
It’s grey here and just started to rain as I reached the office... and the tubes were shit... a little too intimate for me :eek:


Not often I have to use the tube but as a bloke hate when over crowded, I like personal space, lots of it.

If you've got rain it may well be heading this way,
 
Not often I have to use the tube but as a bloke hate when over crowded, I like personal space, lots of it.

If you've got rain it may well be heading this way,

I hate the tube - I normally walk if I can do it in an hour-ish or less, but I picked a hotel close to my midweek funs and was a lot further from the office... rush hour tube with luggage is not fun...:(
 
I hate the tube - I normally walk if I can do it in an hour-ish or less, but I picked a hotel close to my midweek funs and was a lot further from the office... rush hour tube with luggage is not fun...:(


Luggage, rush hour, tube..... Silly girl :D

Midweek funs sounds so much better!
 
I hate the tube - I normally walk if I can do it in an hour-ish or less, but I picked a hotel close to my midweek funs and was a lot further from the office... rush hour tube with luggage is not fun...:(

Oh god no 😫

The first rule of rush hour on the underground is no buggies and no luggage. I’m surprised you made it out alive
 
Oh god no 😫

The first rule of rush hour on the underground is no buggies and no luggage. I’m surprised you made it out alive

I remember reading a blokes response to the no buggies unwritten rule, probably in the metro... he had no choice - he and and his missus had to work different hours because of childcare, as he finished work, he would meet her on the underground and she would hand the baby over and head off to her job... struck me as impossibly sad - not much of family life...
 
I remember reading a blokes response to the no buggies unwritten rule, probably in the metro... he had no choice - he and and his missus had to work different hours because of childcare, as he finished work, he would meet her on the underground and she would hand the baby over and head off to her job... struck me as impossibly sad - not much of family life...

Presumably a test tube baby!
 
I remember reading a blokes response to the no buggies unwritten rule, probably in the metro... he had no choice - he and and his missus had to work different hours because of childcare, as he finished work, he would meet her on the underground and she would hand the baby over and head off to her job... struck me as impossibly sad - not much of family life...

I know.... in reality no-one would choose to be on if they didn’t have to... certainly not with a buggy. ( half the stations don’t have lifts)

I remember catching at train at 06.18am and feeling really sad about a lady with a toddler in a buggy. God knows what time that child was being woken up.
 
A possibility for your Monday night jaunt with your friend? :D

http://www.archipelago-restaurant.co.uk/menu/a-la-carte-menu/

Alternatively if you fancy dancing - there is a freestyle class at Pimlico academy 7.30 - 10.30pm / after class the tutor leads the group over the road to a tapas bar for drinks and snacks. Newbies can just show up... I am tempted by this one myself and I can’t dance for toffee...
 
Did someone kick my kennel?
All is well here...my pathetic ability to sleep caught up with me this week culminating in a Spring (unplanned) hibernation but still had to get into work (which is generally manic).
Anyway...must go...am recreating Ralph & Herbie down the 'rec with a schnauzer !

<skritching you behind your ears>
Glad to hear that you got some good sleep for a change. :rose:
 
<leg twitches as a result of ear scratches ....tongue lolls>

In other news, I thought my day off included an informal chat about an event where I will be taking some photographs and bowled up in jeans and hoodie (plus camera over shoulder) to find it was a full-blown affair with various County dignitaries. Wall-to-wall tweed, heavy brogues & regimental ties :)

They were thoroughly pleasant

Hehe - not quite the same but many moons ago I went to see Macbeth at Kenilworth Castle. A gorgeous experience, they performed amongst the ruins while we sat on the grass and it was made clear we could bring a picnic. As an adult I’d never had a picnic, I bought a rucksack with picnic bits included - glasses, plates, cutlery and went to M&S and bought lots of little bite size snacks... I really worried I was going to look like a bit of a knob - that everyone else would turn up with homemade cheese and pickle sandwiches and we’d be there looking a bit la-de-da... I’d have made cheese and pickle sandwiches except I didn’t have time - the picnic and play was somewhat spontaneous. I needn't have worried - I have never seen such posh picnic’ers it was all “do pass the quails eggs Cornelius” and “any more foie gras Thomasina” while they passed around expensive wines and champagnes... suddenly have turned up with Marks and Sparks mini cheese and onion rolls didn’t seem quite so middle class...

Best part was that I turned up to find a queue and most of them were carrying fold up tables and chairs (which hadn’t even occurred to me), so I’m thinking that we aren’t going to get a good spot but the organisers had marked out space at the front for the blanket’ers because presumably this is normal... so we got to walk past all those queuing and got a prime viewing spot - too tip if you find yourself at a Kenilworth Caste play...:cattail:
 
A possibility for your Monday night jaunt with your friend? :D

http://www.archipelago-restaurant.co.uk/menu/a-la-carte-menu/

Alternatively if you fancy dancing - there is a freestyle class at Pimlico academy 7.30 - 10.30pm / after class the tutor leads the group over the road to a tapas bar for drinks and snacks. Newbies can just show up... I am tempted by this one myself and I can’t dance for toffee...

Thank you so much for genuinely thinking of something for me to do... I shall give it some thought. Wouldn’t it be interesting if we ended up at the same event? I’m not sure how I would identify you if you’re not in your red PVC but a fun thought anyway.
 
Hehe - not quite the same but many moons ago I went to see Macbeth at Kenilworth Castle. A gorgeous experience, they performed amongst the ruins while we sat on the grass and it was made clear we could bring a picnic. As an adult I’d never had a picnic, I bought a rucksack with picnic bits included - glasses, plates, cutlery and went to M&S and bought lots of little bite size snacks... I really worried I was going to look like a bit of a knob - that everyone else would turn up with homemade cheese and pickle sandwiches and we’d be there looking a bit la-de-da... I’d have made cheese and pickle sandwiches except I didn’t have time - the picnic and play was somewhat spontaneous. I needn't have worried - I have never seen such posh picnic’ers it was all “do pass the quails eggs Cornelius” and “any more foie gras Thomasina” while they passed around expensive wines and champagnes... suddenly have turned up with Marks and Sparks mini cheese and onion rolls didn’t seem quite so middle class...

Best part was that I turned up to find a queue and most of them were carrying fold up tables and chairs (which hadn’t even occurred to me), so I’m thinking that we aren’t going to get a good spot but the organisers had marked out space at the front for the blanket’ers because presumably this is normal... so we got to walk past all those queuing and got a prime viewing spot - too tip if you find yourself at a Kenilworth Caste play...:cattail:

I was at my daughters school sports day ( complete with Pimms stall) and lots of families with picnics. The first year I was there I overheard a child with the family next to us say “ Oh! Sushi yummy”. I thought I was being pretty middle class packing olives but that comment made me laugh. Since then my local Sainsbury’s has opened a fresh sushi bar and my 7 year old is a convert so I now have my own “ sushi yummy” child. It’s a long way from the corned beef and Angel Delight of my childhood.
 
I was at my daughters school sports day ( complete with Pimms stall) and lots of families with picnics. The first year I was there I overheard a child with the family next to us say “ Oh! Sushi yummy”. I thought I was being pretty middle class packing olives but that comment made me laugh. Since then my local Sainsbury’s has opened a fresh sushi bar and my 7 year old is a convert so I now have my own “ sushi yummy” child. It’s a long way from the corned beef and Angel Delight of my childhood.


(OK I'm playing middle class top trumps here a little bit but...)

I shit you not, while stood in my butchers a few years back (yes I still keep a butcher) minding my own business, waiting in the queue like a good middle classer. I hear a yummy mummy say to her little sprog "shall we have some pepper pig bacon"

Now I'm not one for telling you how to raise your child but - that's fucked up? No?
 
(OK I'm playing middle class top trumps here a little bit but...)

I shit you not, while stood in my butchers a few years back (yes I still keep a butcher) minding my own business, waiting in the queue like a good middle classer. I hear a yummy mummy say to her little sprog "shall we have some pepper pig bacon"

Now I'm not one for telling you how to raise your child but - that's fucked up? No?

Is that anymore fucked up than the fact Percy pigs have got pig in them? You have to buy the ones with green ears if you don’t want pork gelatine...
 
(OK I'm playing middle class top trumps here a little bit but...)

I shit you not, while stood in my butchers a few years back (yes I still keep a butcher) minding my own business, waiting in the queue like a good middle classer. I hear a yummy mummy say to her little sprog "shall we have some pepper pig bacon"

Now I'm not one for telling you how to raise your child but - that's fucked up? No?

Don't think it is fucked up, at least the child knows where bacon comes from, and to relate it to pepper pig has an insight what happens to pigs when slaughtered for food.

As a child my grandad would turn up with half a pigs head, ears and eyes intact as a treat for the family! I can't ever remember mum doing anything with it apart from dumping it, Grandad would always say make sure you fry the brain, it's the best bit.
 
Thank you so much for genuinely thinking of something for me to do... I shall give it some thought. Wouldn’t it be interesting if we ended up at the same event? I’m not sure how I would identify you if you’re not in your red PVC but a fun thought anyway.

You’d be able to easily spot me - I would be the one that obviously can’t dance for toffee... :D
 
You’d be able to easily spot me - I would be the one that obviously can’t dance for toffee... :D

It's always the ones that say 'dance like no one is looking' are always good movers?

I just stick with my dad dance two step shuffle.
 
I was at my daughters school sports day ( complete with Pimms stall) and lots of families with picnics. The first year I was there I overheard a child with the family next to us say “ Oh! Sushi yummy”. I thought I was being pretty middle class packing olives but that comment made me laugh. Since then my local Sainsbury’s has opened a fresh sushi bar and my 7 year old is a convert so I now have my own “ sushi yummy” child. It’s a long way from the corned beef and Angel Delight of my childhood.

Took my dog for a walk in old deer park, Richmond. Kipper under nose tweeds having super picnic. My dog, Seamus, an Irish wolfhound, charged through said picnic lifting a stilton cheese and trampling half a lobster. I made myself scarce and left Seamus to find his own way home. He shat stilton for several days!
 
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