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A novice nun goes to her mother superior and confesses that she has a case of syphilis. Thank God for that, cries the Mother Superior, I was really getting fed up with the Beaujolais!
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Please sign my GuestbookA novice nun goes to her mother superior and confesses that she has a case of syphilis. Thank God for that, cries the Mother Superior, I was really getting fed up with the Beaujolais!
This is my Friday Gripe - Now correct me if I’m wrong but in January 1963 the greatest Rock ‘n Roll band in the world – The Rolling Stones – prior to their famous independent gig at the Crawdaddy club (where they met Andrew Loog Oldman, and the rest was history) were billed as "Rhythm & Blues Excitement, every Monday and Thursday with the Rolling Stones". The Marquee international Jazz Club was dubbed at the time “The Headquarters of Rhythm & Blues.
I see the tree hugging loonies at out for again tomorrow night with a meeting in the Town Hall to discuss whether we want the Marina or not. I wouldn't mind if these people were directly affected by the proposed development. There are currently only half a dozen or so of the anti-pressure group who live within a mile of the site many of them even from neighbouring parishes. Is the issue the water impact on the Marsh or the real reason the hotel and leisure complex?
Well finally, after 2 days of promising severe winter conditions we had several inches of white stuff dumped on our totally unprepared roads (of course no one warned the council gritters) so this morning we have heavily compacted frozen snow on all major routes out of Hungerford, and where do I need to be today - Coventry. I am supposed to be attending a the IIPSEC conference and exhibition on behalf of the DTI MI programme, Where am I now? - sat at my desk 4 miles from home having taken an hour to get the office so needless to say I will not be going to Coventry- Whoopee!
You see people do take note of this blog, today at 12.30 in the house of commons: Ten Minute Rule Bill:Motor Vehicle Insurance Disc- Andy Burnham (for up to 20 minutes). Obviously having read my last Friday's gripe (see below) has decided to do something about it.
Call me sad (call me who ever you want me to be) Well that's it I'm hooked, John Lydon is a star - again, ( I thought he was going to punch one of those ostriches in the beak) and I reckon Jordan will get her jugs out by Friday and Jenny Bond will mention that she's not wearing any knickers by Monday, Kerry Mcfadden must go NOW! My bet is on John Lydon for king of the Jungle - any takers?
Night clubbers in Yorkshire have taken to injecting themselves with Ecstasy directly with dental hyperdermics. This highly dangerous practice has become known as E by gum!
Many thanks to Anthea, a dear long time friend who invited us for supper last night. A most entertaining evening, mostly provided by Jasmin, a 12 year old Cockatoo who has free range and perches comfortably on your shoulder whilst sat at the table, Every now and then she extends her head plumage and stretches her body to its full height and then bobs up and down whilst singing Doo- Be-Doo-Be-Doo. This is one of the funniest things I've seen, what with the combination of Anthea's other animals- a three legged Jack Russell called Robin (Reliant) and a one eyed cat who snored throughout the whole meal and who's name I can't recall, the whole evening provided much mirth.
Well we attended this event on Saturday night, and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Nigel and John made an excellent job of transforming the hall into a Bedouin tent (or is that Bedwyn -local joke) complete with nubile (and not so nubile) Belly dancers, who after entertaining us with their routine, invited us guest to partake in a little hip wriggling and shimmying, As you can imagine I sat this one out!
The morning was bright and sunny, and as I de-iced the car I thought that all is well with God's land as I headed toward the golf course estimating the front 4 greens to be free of frost by the time I arrived, Timing slightly off by half an hour, as on the first green I putted 30 ft only for my ball to arrive at the hole the size of a cricket ball having collected snowball style frost on the way. This obviously made putting difficult to say the least until the frost had melted after which I played the wankiest round imaginable and couldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo - All is not well in Gods Land.
On a more serious note, and now that my hangover from last night has cleared, I want to have a gripe about something.
A guy's boat capsizes and he swims ashore to a desert island. On the beach lies a beautiful woman, her ample bust falling out of a tight wetsuit. She tells him she'll grant him any wish he'd like. "I'd kill for a cigarette,'' he says. She zips down the top of the wetsuit a little, reaches into her bosom and pulls out a packet of Benson & Hedges.Wow that's fantastic he says. "Anything else?" she says. "Well an alcoholic drink would go down a treat. She zips the top down a little further, reaches in and pulls out a bottle of exquisitely chilled Chablis Grand Cru a cut crystal goblet and a corkscrew. He's relaxing with his wine and his smoke when she says to him, "Would you like to play around?" He looks at her excitedly and blurts out, "Fuck me , you haven't a set of clubs in there, too?"
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Welcome Glen McDermott who was inducted as a new member of Hungerford Round Table at the Pelican Last night. I hope he's alive and well and that someone got him home OK, I was impressed with his skill with the first yard id ale but the second one got a bit messy. Perhaps we should have let him do it before he had his dinner.
Here's a bit of fun to while away the time whilst waiting for your next email. Go to this site and click on the yeti with the club. When the penguin jumps click the yeti again and see how far you can drive the penguin. My personal best is 595 yds so far - any takers?
A knife-wielding thief was foiled after a shopkeeper drenched him in salad cream. Lorraine Avery drove 18-year-old Michael Watt out of her shop by repeatedly squirting him with the contents of a catering-sized bottle.
If you like many others have been receiving spam email for products claiming to increase the size of your Dick and wondered whether they really work, then here is an article that explains all, click here. If anyone has actually tried one of these products then I hardly expect you'll be admitting it so we'll never know. - Now where did I leave that ruler - err sorry tape measure?
I found this most amusing, its an actual telephone conversation between a guest in a Thailand hotel and room service and was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:
Two guys on the course this morning in front of us. Play was very slow, so when we caught them up at the third tee we asked what the problem was. The first guy told us that there were a lady two ball in front and that they were taking forever. We suggested that he go and have a word and ask whether they would let us through. OK, he said, and off he marched down the fairway only to turn around half way and return. What's the matter I asked? He replied - slight problem here, that's my wife in front and she playing with my mistress. Ok said his partner I'll go and tell them. 30 seconds he was back and said- small world isn't it!
Well the good old weather forecasters got it wrong again. Forecast for last night and early this morning - torrential rain and 50mph winds so the likelihood of golf this morning for an 8.30 tee off was slim especially with the rain we've had over the last 3 days - expected water logged course, no play. So imagine my surprise this morning (didn't make the effort to rise early as not expecting to play) when pulling back the curtains to find bright sunshine and an exquisite frost ( hard ground = duff drives, ball rolls much further). Mad sudden dash to make Deanwood on time - arrived with partner waiting on tee for me - not good form!
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Here's another little irk. "The friends of Freemans Marsh" and their anti marina campaign. Hasn't anyone pointed out that the proposed marina is in fact a little way from the Marsh? I personally do not think that there will be any impact on the marsh if the water supply can be sorted. Only an environmental Impact evaluation will tell.
Anyone who saw "with a little help from my friends" - an ITV reality programme - last night must be wondering where's the reality in that. The task was for celebrity former cricketer Phil Tuffnel assisted by that irksome Linda Barker to build and equip a cricket pavilion in 7 days without spending a single penny. Now this wasn't your average cricket pavilion (white wooden shack with a blackboard and a bit of decking out front) more of an average Travelodge complete with computerised classrooms. Now call me cynical ( call me Cynthia Shagalot if you like) but how come they can get the panning permission in the time and then get at least 20 different companies to donate materials free of charge without any acknowledgement?.
Here's a novel new party game, I'm not sure whether it could be included in the next summer HRT social party but I certainly think we ought to book these girls for the AGM!
A beautfiul woman walks into a doctors office and he is awestruck. All his professionalism goes out the window. He tells her to take off her pants and he starts rubbing her thighs. He says "Do you know what I am doing?" She replies "Yes, checking for abnormalities." He tells her to take off her shrit and bra and he starts rubbing her breasts. He says "Do you know what I am doing now?" She replies "Yes, checking for lumps and cancer." Finally, he tells he takes off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her, and starts having sex with her. He says "Do you know what I am doing now?" She replies "Yes, getting herpies. That's why I am here."
I have just found this interesting blog diary site. Its the diary of a London Call Girl called Belle. She gives a very descriptive view into the daily life of a working girl - sorry guys there's no pictures but some great links to her freinds' sites. visit Belle de Jour
I was sorry to hear this week that Martin Johnson is to retire from professional rugby, especially as I have only just got to the end of chapter I of his autobiography - seems rather pointless now to go on - anyway surely this will now pave the way for that other old timer to make a Captaincy Comeback - Lawrence Dallagio.
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