jonthebhoy

You can have them. Now Celtic..........keep your grubby hands off!

Let us know what you go for in the end.

I took the survey and now I feel warm all over.

Top Gear! Accept no substitute.

Phob, I'm sure a bit of Peter, Paul & Mary would have the same desired effect and would actually be more "in tune" with the very understandable and sensitive character trait you displayed when you . JTB

Bob?........Bob?.........

Congratulations Sam. You are now officially an RWG junkie!

Well done Larry. May every bone be stuffed with marrow.

On The Waterfont A Man For All Seasons Schindlers List Ask me next week and it will probably change! JTB

Their loss in terms of what you could have offered. Our gain in terms of the time you may have spent there will most probably (hopefully) be spent here. Sod them (him).

Much kudos to ya Dems. It's great to have you around this place and now all platinumised (?). How about RWG slippers as the next project guys? J

Born to be wild-ish. Congrats Mike. J

Lincoln owned a Big Bang?

I will now stand in the corner and repeat the lines...... "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" "I must not search for comedy in everything" Sod it............Two Ronnies you say........... is the best!

On the inside rim of the case were also inscribed the words............"He's behind you!"

Shundi - Many happy returns of the day. Hope you have a great day.

All we need is a major outbreak of myxomatosis and we've really got a competition then!

I've used it before in another thread, but this pearl of wisdom always raises a chuckle...... "If at first you don't succeed, then maybe skydiving isn't quite for you." What this has to do with Citibank, only God knows..............and he's keeping his own counsel at the moment! JTB

Fur goodness sake!

All hail the Pete's of this world. This one seems a diamond geezer.

I love my dog. Not the mushing type though! Westies are no good for that. Nice story Bob. J

I'll take SoS for the Arts! Free LPs and Strats for all! On the subject of Mr. Brown - he will cuddle up quite close to Obama in a vain attempt to restore some credibility amongst the UK electorate but it won't work. He's a dead duck with dead duck policies. All quack and no egg. What we are all missing quite badly is the existance of true political and financial visionaries. I can't believe that, with the right people in place a few years ago, we couldn't have headed some of this trouble off at the pass. On Barrack Obama, I think the Brits are generally delighted at America's choice this time, however as anyone will know, using thespian parlance, a few missed cues and fluffed lines and today's Gielgud can very quickly become tomorrow's Lundgren. Anyways, I'm with the Dutch govt of the 1670's - let's turn the sand of our coastline into gold via alchemy. problem solved

Steady on laddie! We don't practice that sort of thing here. Try RG. JTB PS - Welcome, by the way!

Did he have one of those 'clapping hands' hats on, cos if he did I'd be apoplectic!

The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town church in Ireland . One day he was walking down the High Street and he noticed a young lady of his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer. The Reverend wasn't happy. He walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman. 'Mrs Fitzgerald,' he said sternly. 'This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don't you let me take you home?' 'Sure,' she said with a slur, obviously very drunk. When Mrs Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverend realized that she'd had far too much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their Balance and tumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few moments, the Reverend wound up on top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The pub landlord looked over and said, 'Oi Mate, we won't have any of that carrying on in this pub.' The Reverend looked up at the landlord and said, 'But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Flapps.' The landlord nodded and said, 'Oh well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish.'