welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Imy Wahoo - ride still there. 59.5, 3600 feet 14.7avg. It was my route and a new one for the FFU which all seemed to enjoy.
Happy days!
Can you SPEAK English
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Can you SPEAK English
PaulSB
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- Location
- Chorley, Lancashire
Can you SPEAK English
Wahoo = cycle computer
FFU = Friday Fry Up
= ask @Dave7 The Friday ride became known as this because when it started most people had a full English at the cafe - never me as I worked then. Rare to see anyone having a breakfast these days. Occasional bacon barn.
classic33
Leg End Member
59.5 = distance in metresWahoo = cycle computer
FFU = Friday Fry Up
The Friday ride became known as this because when it started most people had a full English at the cafe - never me as I worked then. Rare to see anyone having a breakfast these days. Occasional bacon barn.
3600 feet = wonky metres to feet conversion
14.7avg = time in seconds for every 10 metres.
PaulSB
Legendary Member
- Location
- Chorley, Lancashire
Miles, always miles
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Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.
The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!
Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
'The grace!' hums.
Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?
Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.
But mark the Rustic,marmite-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He'll make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
Like the heads of thistles.
You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But if you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her Marmite.
Which tobacco company?
Where was it ?
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gavroche
Getting old but not past it
- Location
- North Wales
A French one called SEITA. They used to make Gauloises , Gitanes and pipe tobacco. The factory has gone now and is replaced by a supermarket. In Orleans by the way.
My Mrs D likes marmite. She is also muscular. Maybe something in that
Got my ride in but WOW it was windy on the wirral coast.....gusting over 20 mph and right in my face on the way out (fortunately quite warm though and no rain). I was spinning and averaging 8mph going out. On the way back I virtually 'flew'.
It was slow and I settled for a 20 miler.
Tide was high and washing over the sea wall.
It was slow and I settled for a 20 miler.
Tide was high and washing over the sea wall.
172traindriver
Legendary Member
I think my Samsung galaxy tab is officially b******d. All I have is a black screen. I cant Turn it off, or see anything.
Phew. Its back on again.
Been looking at stuff you shouldn't have
classic33
Leg End Member
Same time, this time last night.Early night tonight.
