....I can offer a cricket report - sorry not the Trent Bridge Test but a crunch match in the Worcestershire Crusader League Division 6!!! - anyway, Brintons won so it's down to the last match of the season for that promotion spot!!! - surely much more exciting than watching England play!
can i make a request for 'smack my bitch up' i think it was sung by the police.
CH sorry about no show last week, nice big spotty things on me tonsils. Even had to shut up while at work on Saturday, and you know i don't shut up much. Sounds like the hangover might have only just worn off.
...phew, tea and buns <munch> ta, BB, I'm starving!
sian, congratulations on being appointed our local cricket correspondent! Now repeat after me 'Oh my goodness, there's a bus!''My dear old thing' and you could be the next Blowers )
'I can't run and I can't ride My name's Crash Hamster I can't drink and I can't fight My name's Crash Hamster' That just about covers it, Wickett (a day out in the Forest of Dean (no expenses paid) to the person who makes a pun about covered wickets at this point)
Never a prob, Jethro old bean, as long as you're all betterer now )
No, but you do swim a lot though don't you - cheat!
After spending Monday morning at the Pershore Farmers Market and Plum Fayre, I've managed to set my training back by about 3-months. Mrs W seemed to think that, just 'cos it was in front of me, I didn't need to stock up on Wild Boar snorkers, meat pies, pickles, cheeses, ales, wines and ciders.
Needless to say, she was wrong. She may have had a point about eating it all that day though...
I can't swim and I can't ride My name's Crah Hamster I can't run and I can't hide My name's Crash Hamster
...just to clarify matters a little
Good work at the Plum Fayre, BTW )
I've just written a code of conduct and some rules for use at the tooth factory...time for a mid morning snack then a trip to the swim in poo for 12 noon )
What? You ate your parents? You're sick! (or you will be; and I thought I was pushing it with a kilo of black pudding yesterday!)
I think I had teeth once, but having moved so often, I haven't been able to register at a dentist in years. I know that's bad, but don't know where to start now! NHS?
You phone your local Primary Care Trust and ask to be put in touch with an NHS dentist. When they've finished laughing, they'll give you the phone numbers of numerous practices in your area, who will all be full. Then you pay big bucks to go privately...
or, you email your virtual chum from the internet and get fixed up on the NHS...
Britian in the 21st century, it's not what you know ;o)
And I didn't eat my parents....and I'm off for a swim now )
..wickett - I'm glad that Crash Hamster got there before me and has a professional opinion to offer on the subject of teeth!!! - don't get me started on the subject of finding a NHS dentist in Worcs!!!!! - much gnashing of teeth (thankfully now have one but only 7 miles from where I live!!!!!)
...anyway, must go and buy a copy of the evening news to check up on my cricket news!
As I sit here munching on my lovely sugary biscuits (although, as a potential Iron-Wickett, we'll call this 'carb loading', I think), it strikes me that I should probably sort SOMETHING out.
Time for a word with the Hamster on the hush, hush...
Well Jethro - I've looked into it. You've said you're not in the tri club, and I've not been to the running club for a few months, which, given my wide social circle, narrows it down to;
1) You're the chap I once ran into near the blind college who told me about the athletics club about 3-months ago.
2) You're an item of furniture in my lounge, in which case, I apologise, but it was very hot at the time, and the hoovering needed doing!
Methinks BB is trying to fatten everyone up. Well, let me tell you young lady - we can do that by ourselves!
Exactly what sort of dance do you do at the porn shop Jethro? - actually don't answer that.
If there's a chance that you sold me trainers in Worcester (am I getting warm?), fear not - they weren't the dodgy ones. Mrs W bought me the Adidas Supanova custom-built thingies at Sweatshop before the last marathon. Big mistake. They work ok now, but only after 4-months of agony!
May I now request Napalm Death's "Scarbourough Fair" to cheer me on my way into town?
(Crashie - tried to email you, but not sure if it worked. Office network busted on me)
Well next time he rings in could you tell him that a forwarded letter from his 'retail manager' to perform for him on Sept 8th is not acceptable - I need a personal invitation and contract.
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Well done on your miles Crashie
I'm orf to wuk, can't pick up the signal there.
<<leaves tray of tea and buns>>
i think it was sung by the police.
CH sorry about no show last week, nice big spotty things on me tonsils. Even had to shut up while at work on Saturday, and you know i don't shut up much.
Sounds like the hangover might have only just worn off.
sian, congratulations on being appointed our local cricket correspondent! Now repeat after me 'Oh my goodness, there's a bus!''My dear old thing' and you could be the next Blowers )
'I can't run and I can't ride
My name's Crash Hamster
I can't drink and I can't fight
My name's Crash Hamster'
That just about covers it, Wickett
(a day out in the Forest of Dean (no expenses paid) to the person who makes a pun about covered wickets at this point)
Never a prob, Jethro old bean, as long as you're all betterer now )
No, but you do swim a lot though don't you - cheat!
After spending Monday morning at the Pershore Farmers Market and Plum Fayre, I've managed to set my training back by about 3-months. Mrs W seemed to think that, just 'cos it was in front of me, I didn't need to stock up on Wild Boar snorkers, meat pies, pickles, cheeses, ales, wines and ciders.
Needless to say, she was wrong. She may have had a point about eating it all that day though...
..ooh, my tummy hurts today.
My name's Crah Hamster
I can't run and I can't hide
My name's Crash Hamster
...just to clarify matters a little
Good work at the Plum Fayre, BTW )
I've just written a code of conduct and some rules for use at the tooth factory...time for a mid morning snack then a trip to the swim in poo for 12 noon )
I may, of course, have completely understood what it is that you do.
Of course, everyone at the tooth factory should know what they're doing...but a bit of shouting never did any harm either )
I think I had teeth once, but having moved so often, I haven't been able to register at a dentist in years. I know that's bad, but don't know where to start now! NHS?
You phone your local Primary Care Trust and ask to be put in touch with an NHS dentist. When they've finished laughing, they'll give you the phone numbers of numerous practices in your area, who will all be full. Then you pay big bucks to go privately...
or, you email your virtual chum from the internet and get fixed up on the NHS...
Britian in the 21st century, it's not what you know ;o)
And I didn't eat my parents....and I'm off for a swim now )
Do I have such bad teeth that you guessed it from that?
Dangit, you don't know the missus do you - I'd be rumbled! From your 'My Forum' it looks like we've been stalking each other though!
...anyway, must go and buy a copy of the evening news to check up on my cricket news!
Time for a word with the Hamster on the hush, hush...
1) You're the chap I once ran into near the blind college who told me about the athletics club about 3-months ago.
2) You're an item of furniture in my lounge, in which case, I apologise, but it was very hot at the time, and the hoovering needed doing!
1) My bike and all associated equipment - all dodgy
2) Swimming shorts - inappropriately tight, and therefore dodgy
3) Trainers - gave me blisters, and therefore dodgy also
4) My house? - Dammit, I told you there was asbestos!
5) Hard drugs - nothing dodgy about that.
Other than that - only the mrs spends the money.
what kind of trainers?
i don't like the sound of the swimming shorts!!
can somebody play ymca, as we all need a good dance-a-long here at the porn shop
With our Lickey End correspondent away, you're stuck with little old me!!!
To start my working week, here's Iron Maiden with 'Agadoo'
<<drops off tea and buns on way to the gym>>
Exactly what sort of dance do you do at the porn shop Jethro? - actually don't answer that.
If there's a chance that you sold me trainers in Worcester (am I getting warm?), fear not - they weren't the dodgy ones. Mrs W bought me the Adidas Supanova custom-built thingies at Sweatshop before the last marathon. Big mistake. They work ok now, but only after 4-months of agony!
May I now request Napalm Death's "Scarbourough Fair" to cheer me on my way into town?
(Crashie - tried to email you, but not sure if it worked. Office network busted on me)
<<Grabs last bun on way out>>
Cracking tune. Any chance of hearing S-Club 7's version of Ace of Spades?
nufty nuft rouge ballona by lulu & kraftwerk please
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Nuffink has come through, Wickett...I guess your interwebnet is broken...
And now, American Pie by Slayer and All about Evesham...
Thankyou yours wild of Worcestershire