Seasonal jetlag

[Ocean1]

Nooooo way...where from??? I'm on me a sprout hunt this year then! Oh hang on, we're off out for Xmas lunch this year...darn it!

No idea, not in charge of procurement. Will ask.

And I'm quite particular with my mushy peas - got to be the crinkly dried marrowfat peas, soaked for a day and a half with just a tiny bit too much bicarb so you get that tangy taste coming through Put a ham shank in the pot and yum! the best pea and ham soup ever!!!

Well they're not the same, close though, and nice. Don't use 'em for pea & ham soup though, just std split peas. Mmmm, nice when it's cold, slices of P&H soup on bread for lunch.

Never got used to Xmas in London m'self, no buggering off all day to break pressies with the mates, too bloody cold for a decent holliday...

[Swoop]

And sprouts - you can't get fresh sprouts! What's Xmas lunch without sprouts?! ...every time we try to get my dad to send some over, customs confiscate them!

Thank f*ck for that! Good on the Customs boys/girls!!!
Vile/disgusting things! Dad used to grow the bastards as well!

LAWN DARTS!!! Fuck, first time I was them I thought "How amazingly, refreshingly un-PC dangerous, COOL" The kid next door biffed one over the road once, straight into the side door of a passing car.

http://go-wear.com/lawn_dart_shirt.htm

[martybabe]

ooh I don't know now, the old internals are going from hilarity to homesickness. sprout and tatters mashed in gravy in a sandwich! No really try it lightly salted.

here aint this supposed to be about bikes?.........Honda goldwing with Xmas baubles..There that'll keep em happy.

Most enjoyable thread yet for me, bring on that stupid meltdown crimbo.

Thanx people you've made my day. x

[gijoe1313]

And now Bing Crosby will be warbling old wartime songs, croon along with hits like "White Cliffs of (The_)Dover", Dad's Army will be playing the lounge where you can help yourself to a cuppa under the tea cosy.

Yet, it seems more visceral when "It ain't 'arf 'ot mum" is applicable to the soaring temperatures here (and bring it on! The higher the temp, the shorter the skirts oo'er! )

Yes, being buried by your progeny whilst asleep on the beach seems to be so passe these days ... they're minging about the station wagon doing their PSPs/Nintendos or chatting up the local low-lifes "got P?"

But hush, the star of Bethelem seems to be a satellite put up by North Korea to spy on our diminishing fish shoals, the bangers on the barbie are now textured vege protein due to bints like Heather Mills bleating about how meat is murder.

The crush to beat the rush to pre-xmas sales sales seems to be par for the course and bumper car wars is now our nations top sport!

Nowt but nowt, it wasn't like this in my days ... we got a whipping for our supper and coal in our darned socks and we were happy aye! Why, all I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth, shot out by that daft dog flying on his dog kennel trying to shoot the Red Baron down (like, that will happen, I heard they sold those crazy priced bikes to even crazier people!)

And don't get me started on the lack of coinage and lucky charms in the pudding! Mistletoe? I think it should be Camel toe! Christmas bonus? A pink slip in the pay packet and don't let the door hit you on the way out to Australia!

It weren't like this in my day ... kids don't even go to the doctors to pull the saucepan of their fool heads these days ... 'cause homes don't have anything to cook with, what wiv'microwaves and time-poor parents rushing to KFC and Maccys etc al.

'ee by gum lad, pull up a stool and put down that cellphone and learn a thing or two about what we did for fun in our day....

[martybabe]

And now Bing Crosby will be warbling old wartime songs, croon along with hits like "White Cliffs of (The_)Dover", Dad's Army will be playing the lounge where you can help yourself to a cuppa under the tea cosy.

Yet, it seems more visceral when "It ain't 'arf 'ot mum" is applicable to the soaring temperatures here (and bring it on! The higher the temp, the shorter the skirts oo'er! )

Yes, being buried by your progeny whilst asleep on the beach seems to be so passe these days ... they're minging about the station wagon doing their PSPs/Nintendos or chatting up the local low-lifes "got P?"

But hush, the star of Bethelem seems to be a satellite put up by North Korea to spy on our diminishing fish shoals, the bangers on the barbie are now textured vege protein due to bints like Heather Mills bleating about how meat is murder.

The crush to beat the rush to pre-xmas sales sales seems to be par for the course and bumper car wars is now our nations top sport!

Nowt but nowt, it wasn't like this in my days ... we got a whipping for our supper and coal in our darned socks and we were happy aye! Why, all I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth, shot out by that daft dog flying on his dog kennel trying to shoot the Red Baron down (like, that will happen, I heard they sold those crazy priced bikes to even crazier people!)

And don't get me started on the lack of coinage and lucky charms in the pudding! Mistletoe? I think it should be Camel toe! Christmas bonus? A pink slip in the pay packet and don't let the door hit you on the way out to Australia!

It weren't like this in my day ... kids don't even go to the doctors to pull the saucepan of their fool heads these days ... 'cause homes don't have anything to cook with, what wiv'microwaves and time-poor parents rushing to KFC and Maccys etc al.

'ee by gum lad, pull up a stool and put down that cellphone and learn a thing or two about what we did for fun in our day....

brilliant just Brilliant, yum nearly as daft as me our kid.