Pale Rider
Legendary Member
Non Educated delinquent,.
I'm tempted to start a slang term of abuse thread.
Should get a few flounces and lots of arrogant "don't use that word it's offensive" posts.
It will keep the mods busy, too, so a win all round.
Non Educated delinquent,.
Oi! Just make sure you do do it on your own thread, we've already had one accident here!I'm tempted to start a slang term of abuse thread.
Should get a few flounces and lots of arrogant "don't use that word it's offensive" posts.
It will keep the mods busy, too, so a win all round.
That was supposed to be visible from my area. I read about it, downloaded the app, knew where to look and at what time. I was ready for action, then I forgot about it when it was time.I see the American's are trying to get in on the act, with a bigger and better explosion. That's one big bang, luckily no one was hurt.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-29812139

That was supposed to be visible from my area. I read about it, downloaded the app, knew where to look and at what time. I was ready for action, then I forgot about it when it was time.
Doesn't look like I missed much from where I am. I just read about it and saw the video of it blowing up this morning. It was a hell of an explosion.
That's a bacronym, surely. In other words, I think the term "ned" was around long before someone decided to apply a set of initials to it. See also "Council Housed and violent".Non Educated delinquent,.
Never heard them called 'bacronyms' before, but indeed.That's a bacronym, surely. In other words, I think the term "ned" was around long before someone decided to apply a set of initials to it. See also "Council Housed and violent".
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wouldn't do anything but just walk aboutGet your vortex cannon out and silence the lot!right that's it, i've had enough! we have had fireworks going off all night tonight and we live in the middle of the country/no where
'bout to go out to check all the sheep are ok and then will go to bed my self to escape the dreaded things! (both the fireworks and the sheep)
i thought fireworks were for guy fawkes night not halloween?
maybe for some revenge i could walk about clad in full black wearing a huge heavy trench coat down to the knees and a hat whilst walking with a stick and maybe a dog and carrying an axe or two with some knives dangling from the belt?wouldn't do anything but just walk about
Cheers Ed
Like a cheap firework, this post has been a slow burner for me, hence the delay in replying...... But I've just recalled something vaguely related that made me laugh a few years ago. There used to be an elver station in Epney that exported glass eels all over the world, and was quite a lucrative business. Eventually it got bought up by some foreign company and run for a while by an intriguing Austrian gentleman known to the locals only as the "Herr Doktor". While waiting for the right tidal conditions for elver fishing, my brother used to while away the hours playing the Herr Doktor at chess and swapping anecdotes over glasses of schnapps. One night the Herr Doktor started reminiscing about carp fishing back in his homeland. It turns out that those Austrians don't mess about when it comes to fishing, and don't waste their time with rods and lines - or even nets. No, with teutonic efficiency they just dynamite the lake and blast the slippery little buggers ten feet in the air in a series of explosions, like a scene from "In Which We Serve". ...... You might be on to a nice little earner.<Useless firework fact alert>
Did you know that bangers go off under water? We used to mould a ball of mud with our hands, stick the banger in it, light the fuse and wait until it started fizzing....and lob it in the river. It was particularly good at night when you could see the flash two feet down.
As you were....
Like a cheap firework, this post has been a slow burner for me, hence the delay in replying...... But I've just recalled something vaguely related that made me laugh a few years ago. There used to be an elver station in Epney that exported glass eels all over the world, and was quite a lucrative business. Eventually it got bought up by some foreign company and run for a while by an intriguing Austrian gentleman known to the locals only as the "Herr Doktor". While waiting for the right tidal conditions for elver fishing, my brother used to while away the hours playing the Herr Doktor at chess and swapping anecdotes over glasses of schnapps. One night the Herr Doktor started reminiscing about carp fishing back in his homeland. It turns out that those Austrians don't mess about when it comes to fishing, and don't waste their time with rods and lines - or even nets. No, with teutonic efficiency they just dynamite the lake and blast the slippery little buggers ten feet in the air in a series of explosions, like a scene from "In Which We Serve". ...... You might be on to a nice little earner.