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I had an uncle in a farm bungalow down hacks lane and another in a council house on cricket close. Unfortunately by this time all the old farm cottages had been taken by the yuppies, and the pub turned into a poncey bistro type affair.

You missed a brilliant chance to pull. Learn a few foreign words and then struggle to say them and make her laugh. You're halfway to a **** in the bog.

Do you know a village called crawley, well thats where i've got some relatives is where i consider i'm partly from, although my dads family moved all over from farm to farm around the south from hants to sussex to kent. Sadly my hampshire family is now dieing as families of doing as there's isn't the same bonds with sons of sons of brothers (lets call them cousins) but Crawley was where two of my uncles lived and another uncle in mobile home park near baddesley ( he was a big saints fan in the dell days and used to go with him in his vw camper and park on the verge up hill lane - happy days). Now these people were real Hampshire countryside people and sadly these people are a dieing breed. That all said and i've touched on the "good old days" when they were growing up and even caught and ate blackbirds because there was no food, my old man always used to answer to anyone who pined for the good old days - they were good but i wouldn't want them back. Bless him, he was a lovely man.

Kardeem --- pomegranite

Make me a mod and i'll lock this thread and then i'll resign as a mod.

Oh yes. I assume you are refering to balloon art. This is where i go for my ballon sculptures because no-one bends it better than a bournemouth bender.

I think it's fair to say that real village people have the best communities and are the friendliest people, although that doesn't really apply in the south anymore as most village people are incomers who've made their money and want village life on their terms, amd also these people bring nothing to the villages which were traditionally communities where people provided little services like a man than sold parafin, and a man that mended bikes, a fruit shop, several pubs, a small garage and a petrol pump, and the "posh" houses were tied to farms and families that laboured on the farms lived in. My old man came from a very poor hampshire family with about 10 brothers/sisters, but for all the little they had i think they were probably happier than us who've got it all. I noticed that in turkey too - kids with nothing smiling and having impecable manners, whilst more and more kids in this country are spoilt materialist brats that we turn into c

London isn't an English city imo. It's far too cosmopolitan to to be used as an example.

He does well though and I like him now, although his wife is an evil *****.

I genuinely didn't want the second post to come over like that. In fact it makes me look ignorant (but that's my sense of humour), but i'm actually not racist as you'd know if you saw the stuff i did to help poor people when abroad. And British people are not as you describe. Yes some are, but not most.

You're entitled to your view, and i know others will agree with you, but put it this way - my 6000 posts of **** adds more to the site than your 390 golden nuggets. And I behave myself now and Baj knows this and he also knows more too.

So do I. When I get a homosexual urge, or fancy sticking it in a granny i'm there.

Ossie are you telling me Bournemouth are on Wikipedia, wow nice one mate, fair play. People say you are a club that's a little bit smaller than us, but i got a mate called marc jackson who's like a top businessman with a thai bride and a penthouse camera he bought in poole, and he nearly bought you so that just proves to me that either we aint bigger than you, or Mr Jackson saw more potential in you. And lets be honest go to places like Newbury or Salisbury and you don't see no dirty scum fans (ha ha yeah we know we'll never be all nice because it takes certain people and certain towns to attract the nice boys - i think you're a nice boy btw so you are what i'd call a proppa cherries lad) nah in salisbury and newbury you go in any pub and one fo your nice boys is bent over and volunteering to be a draughts board, and no matter how hard we try and be a deckchair we aint got a ****ing beach. So yeah you are ****ing great you ****ing nice boys.

I don't like wind power because how the **** is it environmentally friendy to put those monstocities (why did i use that word - i never use that word) and correct me if i'm wrong but when i look at a green field or an open see - THAT IS THE ****ING ENVIRONMENT - and bu stick ugly things in it makes it not so pretty to look at. I don't know about anyone else but i think our little island has been dessimated enough to what it should look like and wind farms will only add to it.

There once was a saying, when the corn doth wither and die, and the wind doth blow from land orr the sea, the jellyfish will mutliply and and converge and multiply again and the see shall turn to jelly. And so it came to pass and food stocks ran out and the germans converged on the loungers around the pool, whilst the English rose above it all and remember the empire and the land of rhodesia and smilled - they never put towells down, why claim a plastic lounger and collect a foam map when you claim a country and get a native to do it for you. And so whilst the Jellyfish multiplied and devoured all the little things they like to eat, the English knew that there were fresh lands and empty beaches free of the plague and they sat at the pool bar and got lashed. And now i can't be arsed feel free to add chapter 2.

OK, but i only do serious stories, so the pole is actually a catholic sent by the pope to join the IRA.

Bounce me some ideas for a general scene and i'll give it a whirl p.s toffee didn't really come over, good spot, soz, well nice dig though although fur a bit greasy so didn't overstroke.

As it goes im fully behind nuclear and rnewables because a) our coal reserves are like our gold reserves - that idiot sold our gold so all we've got left for our futer generationd is coal, also we can make money as a nation by becoming the pros in **** like windmills and cutting edge manufacturing and developments is our only hope of competing with chine factories who pay their staff with rice, finally we must get away from oil as we're heading fast to a situation where the likes of the suadis will hold the whip hand over us. We are british and we now have smart, and yeah ruthless, tories running the show, and they come from the bloodstock that built an empire so they'll get it right and we'll get back to being great.

Was it about, or did have a milkfloat in it, and was he a milkman?

Johnny I have admire your thorough researching to back up our case against the scourge of Socialism. But that is not enough. While on holiday, sat in a bar to watch ssn, that wasn't on, instead i was watch a couple of other games and the Socialist conference where red ed was unveiled. Sat behind me was some nice scousers and the wife/gf who they should left doing some washing/ironing/eating (a few more stone wouldn't have shown) and gobby scouse wife was announcing quietly to her people (but inadvertantly speaking loudly enough so everyone else had the pleasure) that the bar was full of southerners and liverpool game wasn't on. Well i'd just come out of the bar 10 yards down the hill where i was on and i was going to tell them, but toffee came over fro the german bar and i scratched him behind his ears, which was his favourite, and i forget. Any fake blond, fake tan, fat, mouthy, staying in a cheap hotel with russians that didn't boil hot enough water for the tea Scouse slag was saying she didn't know how anyone could vote tory, then a bit later he husband who i thought was ok showed he was infact a perfect compatible match for his scrubber and said to my missus i bet you've got loads of money, like where the **** did that come from. Now i'm bored with writing and can't even remember what i was writing about but to cut a long story short Red Ed was then unveiled and punched the air and cheered like saints had scored and turned to them and said that'll keep your bloody labour lot out for another 5 years. They left and we didn't form a friendship. Must try harder next time.

Michelle did you used to go on saints coaches, i think i saw you one time, even though i didn't know you, but just imagined it was you?

Er, have i got the right man, he is the little man that plays a banjo with a cheeky smile isn't he? I am thinking milkman also for some reason.

Especially if you're a mod that isnt very good at his job, and your boss goes a bit bonkers.

Michelle are you abot 5 foot tall, **** that's rude er delete that?

Thinking about it I was a right cvnt on my hols, especially when during the battle of the lounger, i told the german you all should have been gassed after the war. But in my defense i also visited a mosque and bought some tat off the stalls and gave little poor kid 10 liras and a bag of sweets, so i'm not really a bad person. And i was always very generous with all my tips, although i mus confess i did it mostly to show the germans up. In fact i'm a model abbassador for britishness when overseas right down to requesting milk in my tea and never attempting to speak their language, but instead advising them on how to improve theirs. And I also made friends with all the dogs especially toffee who i coaxed over from the german bar and who now speaks english and is -pleased we won the war..