jonthebhoy

I wonder what the Brits think about us owning the Manchester United?

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

cried at the end of battlestar gallactica

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...........

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'm sure I could assemble an entire pluralist Cabinet that would rock the entire planet.

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

.........I wonder if you're a Manly supporter?......

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.'