The all new Saturday afternoon to stop the moaning oldies thread...

[Nick]

Neither of the aforesaid items was acquired, but it still took us 4 hours!

[Snoopy]

 

[Just One More]

Have fun, drink beer, watch footy, rugger or cricket and men's stuff. That's what Saturdays are for...

Particularly when your ninth in a league of twelve, you play the current league leaders/league holders/world club champions and beat them. Five weeks ago they were singing "Thats why we're champions" at the endwhen they knocked us out of the cup. Oh what joy to sing "top of the league, you're having a laugh" to them this evening. I shouted/cheered myself hoarse, Spitfire doesn't taste the same after throat pastilles though

[Just One More]

This Saturday, I shall mostly be pottering around the garden, watching last nights and todays rugby league and union, and doing my best to win a few bits and pieces on e-bay... but not necessarily in that order  

(Being on stand-by pays well, but it does restrict plans)

[The Moan Ranger]

I have bitten a sizeable chunk off the side of my tongue - eating is painful.

Young's soothes.

[Barman]

I have bitten a sizeable chunk off the side of my tongue - eating is painful.

Why? 

[The Moan Ranger]

Because, dear Barman, it is. Most of the things I eat have a heavy dose of chile on them, thus the pain.

Nobber!

[Barman]

 

Shouldn't that be knobber? 

[Snoopy]

I have bitten a sizeable chunk off the side of my tongue - eating is painful.

Why? 

Surely the question ought to be How?
Tho' I grant that even How? is open to heavy sarcasm when it comes to replies.

Perhaps if we offered sympathy and asked "How on earth did you come to do that old chap?" he might be a little more forthcoming.

[The Moan Ranger]

Only in Cyprus.

:-)

[Pastis]

I'm intrigued, if not a tad 

Has TMR been watching too much Hannibal Lecter?

[Snoopy]

Perhaps a motor cycle fall, a hasty munch at a tasty morsel, a punch in the mouth from Mrs TMR (To be), eating after a visit to and local anesthetic from the dentist, one of those accidents that befall us all from time to time and defy explanation. Could be anything really.

[Nick]

Washing! 

[The Moan Ranger]

Nothing so radical. Just an age thing, I guess - chewing on a lovely bit of grilled lamb, I somehow managed to chomp a lump of my tongue off. Nurse Mrs TMR(to be) looked on in horror as a fair gush of claret issued forth.

She then, after I revived her, forced me to drink some 16 year old Bushmills to kill the pain and clean the wound.

I have only managed to eat an omelette today as a result - the usual chicken phall was not an option.

[The Moan Ranger]

Nothing much doing today. Except the Welsh Witch's 50th birthday part later. I have heard rumours of a free bar...