Goodbye cruel world...

[Barman]

Very cute.

I was only12 at the time

And I was married by then (1966)

I was six... 

foot OK to get up/down the stairs then??????   

I am using my laptop... in my sick bed like... 

In bed at 2000hrs... visitor gone then????? 

Okay... I am in the lounge... in front of the telly... with a beer... and laptop... 

We've had a 'techie' day... suddenly twigged we could get all the BBC radio stations through interwebby so set up laptop in lounge with speakers and lisened to........... (I hardly dare print it) radio Norfolk..... talking about all our old haunts...could visualise the road chaos when the car overturned on the A47 etc etc.... it was really odd... especially when the mid-day news came on and we realised we'd missed lunch over here!!!

Sad people!!!!    

Now if only you knew someone who knew anything about the interweb thingy and stuff like that HE might have told you about that before  

[The Moan Ranger]

Mrs TMR (to be) and I are in the Costswolds town of Faringdon. Odd people, odder haircuts and all appear to be pissed. They are staring at us in a strange way.

Perhaps my "Good evening, carrot-crunchers" opening gambit may have been flawed.

[Snoopy]

 

[The Moan Ranger]

This pub we are in is a bit strange. It seems that if you are hungry, you merely go into the kitchen and cook youself something. No money is exchanged.

[Snoopy]

Arrangements for locals are often different to those offered to visitors.

[The Moan Ranger]

We have partaken of Classical Cotsworldshireville cuisine at the Viceroy Tandoori. Absolutely lovely, however one of the chilli's in my Jallfrezi (local spelling) must have been spawned in Satan's own bottom after she, herself, had noshed on a phall in his local Hades Halal. Mrs TMR (to be) laughed like a drain as various parts of my face turned to streams of various liquids...

[Nick]

Good grief 

[Darwins Selection]

We have partaken of Classical Cotsworldshireville cuisine at the Viceroy Tandoori. Absolutely lovely, however one of the chilli's in my Jallfrezi (local spelling) must have been spawned in Satan's own bottom after she, herself, had noshed on a phall in his local Hades Halal. Mrs TMR (to be) laughed like a drain as various parts of my face turned to streams of various liquids...

You should enjoy tomorrow then. .

[Barman]

We have partaken of Classical Cotsworldshireville cuisine at the Viceroy Tandoori. Absolutely lovely, however one of the chilli's in my Jallfrezi (local spelling) must have been spawned in Satan's own bottom after she, herself, had noshed on a phall in his local Hades Halal. Mrs TMR (to be) laughed like a drain as various parts of my face turned to streams of various liquids...

News travels fast - that's revenge for "carrot crunchers" that is... 

[The Moan Ranger]

Morning ablutions passed off without thermonuclear outfall.

[Barman]

Morning ablutions passed off without thermonuclear outfall.

Later then... 

[The Moan Ranger]

Still all quiet on the Southern Front.

We went to the Trout farm in Bibury. They have a great business plan - you pay to go in and then you pay for the food to feed their fish that they then sell!

When Mrs TMR (to be) got her Trout pellets, I naturally told her not to have any.

I think the limp will be getter with time...

[Nick]

Trout pellets? Like dehydrated trout? Just add water?

[Snoopy]

 

[tel]

Only problem with trout pellets is that if you eat a fish that has been reared on them, the fish tastes of trout pellets and that is bloody awful.

Trout pellets are bloody good for attracting carp (mainly on commercial waters) when fishing.

Even better when used in conjunction with casters.

Whilst TMR and Mrs TMR (to be) are idling away their time, I have been supporting the real pub which is pretty deserted this Bank Holiday weekend.