172traindriver
Legendary Member
Lucky you.
Why not on a day off when its raining
Lucky you.
You never said it was damp down your end.Why not on a day off when its raining
You never said it was damp down your end.
Who's " the odd one" you speak off?Thats normal for the odd one to see things differently, including the week
Recycling bin out the same as you as its supposed to be collection day today and its just started to sleet a bit here![]()
Improving, thanksAny worse?
Improving, thanks
It's all Black Friday. this......and that
(THE) Prince has it sussed 55 years ago
I know..It's been "Black Friday" for the last week in some stores.
Proper burial?I know..
It's been, 'Parcel delivery tomorrow, Dad'
I've had a wee look myself and can't decide if I want anything or not, a coffee machine would be nice, save using the Aeropress every time but can't decide which one
BUT one of the computers 'died' yesterday morning..
another hard drive winging its way here and if it isn't that....
The Germans have a unique sense of humour!On his way
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Nope, hard disc fitted and sprung into lifeProper burial?
You could have had some fun with the magnets that were in the hard drive.Nope, hard disc fitted and sprung into life
Old disc smashed to pieces..
I'd have stripped it for spares if not...
interesting aside..
Here in the west of Scotland, a piece is a two slices of bread with a filling, in the US, it's a gun..
I got a load of small magnets somewhere...You could have had some fun with the magnets that were in the hard drive.
You go packing your piece on your travels then?
Sung to what tune?I got a load of small magnets somewhere...
rare earth , molysomething type..
used them for geocaches....
as long as they're spread with jam...
ye canny beat a jeely piece..
I'm a skyscraper wean, I live on the nineteenth flair,
But I'm no gaun oot to play ony mair,
Since we moved to Castlemilk, I'm wasting away,
'Cause I'm getting one less meal every day.
O ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty-story flat,
Seven-hundred hungry weans will testify to that,
If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth and ninety-nine to one.
On the first day my maw flung out a piece o' Hovis brown.
It came skyting oot the winda and went up insteid o' doon,
But every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight,
'Cause my piece went into orbit and became a satellite.
One the second day my maw flung me a piece oot once again.
It went and hit the pilot in a fast, low-flying plane.
He scraped it off his goggles, shouting through the intercom:
`The Clydeside Reds have got me wi' a breid-and-jeely bomb!'
One the third day my maw thought she would try another throw.
The Salvation Army band was staunin' doon below.
`ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS' was the piece they should have played,
But the oompah-man was playing a piece-on-marmalade.
We've wrote away tae Oxfam to try and get some aid,
And a' the weans in Castlemilk have formed a ``Piece'' brigade;
We're going to march to George's Square, demanding civil rights,
Like `Nae Mair Hooses Over Piece-Flinging Height!'