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I can see that I shall have to send some silver surfer heavies down the
Rydal
ever been trampled by Zimmer frames young Rob?
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Huh!! Wash yo' mouf out -- they wouldn't even let you take tickets at the
door at my local chapter of Hell's Grannies.
As to "young Rob" -- a day or so ago, I was in Cromer with Darling Only Son,
and we got chatting to this lady -- even older than you, if that's
possible -- who I assumed was a bag-lady as she was grovelling around a
litter bin, when a firework went off ...
I suppose this happens all the time in Cromer, but then ...
Anyway, she wasn't a bag-lady, but the wife of a retired FO diplomat, who'd
been in the WAF during the war.
The point (or a bit of it) was that she was grovelling around the bins to
get discarded chips to feed to the Cromer pigeons. As (she said) before
radar, the bombers all used to carry two pigeons.
Now, I can sort-of get this -- bombers carrying the pigeons, that is -- but
the radar connection beats me. Were you there and can you please explain?
But -- "young Rob" -- at one point, she said, "You must be in your forties."
Well, I'm young, but not +that+ young. Bloody made my day, that did. When
I revealed just how old I was, she did a hasty recalculation and called
Andrew's age right -- mid-twenties. I'm young enough to have (just) missed
National Service.
Sheesh, if I'm that together at her age, I'll be surprised.
Dunno, there was a point to this when I started, but I've lost it.
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I can see why poor Dave has been so jumpy lately
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<evil grin>
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Is this book in english or icelandic or in northern
can the author put his cross on it?
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It's in whatever apology for English a Brummie illiterate can manage. As to
Icelandic, if Arni translates it into that, I'll be delighted (?) to publish
it. And if you want it signed ... marked ... it'll take a little longer to
get to you -- the post between Lufbro and Leicester seems to go via Snaefels
Junkul.
Fantomas
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