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My Mrs is totally unaware of legendary English indie band ‘Kitchens of Distinction’ so she’s been nominated for a slap.see what I mean? We need to implement this rule world wide, pal.
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My Mrs is totally unaware of legendary English indie band ‘Kitchens of Distinction’ so she’s been nominated for a slap.see what I mean? We need to implement this rule world wide, pal.
Slap drummers twice?We should be allowed to slap one person a year without any repercussions.
Just spoken to her and she said that you are totally unaware of ‘Kitchens of Distinfectant’My Mrs is totally unaware of legendary English indie band ‘Kitchens of Distinction’ so she’s been nominated for a slap.
My Mrs is totally unaware of legendary English indie band ‘Kitchens of Distinction’ so she’s been nominated for a slap.
You just went on my slap list, pal.Slap drummers twice?
You just went on my slap list, pal.
That is very relevant, mate.
In France a bus driver had to slap a kid who was totally unaware of the legendary crooner Sacha distel.
French bus driver slaps boy
Not just you. I'm sure that when I was a kid, with 3/4/5 TV channels and a few radio stations I got an education in the music of the recent past via Radio 1. That doesn't happen now. Contemporary radio rarely looks backwards...
Some (many) years ago a young trainee lass -nice girl, we got on well, but I was about ten years older than her - asked about the bloke I’d been on a couple of dates with. “How’s it going?” she asked. I replied “he’s great, he swims like a fish”. She looked totally blank. I never bothered explaining.
He was buried in a matchbox.I hated Arthur Askey. He was on Parkinson once and came on straight after Paul Simon had just sung ‘American Tune’ off his then newly released album There Goes Rhymin Simon’ ... or was it Kodachrome.. anyway : said Mr Askey proceeded to diss the tiny yanks efforts and proclaim that his song ‘Busy Bee’ was superior and would stand the test of time much more effectively.
Here’s a verse:
Oh, what a wonderful thing to be
A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee
Whiling away all the passing hours
Pinching all the pollen from the cauliflowers
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being as busy as a bee can be
Flying around the garden, brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey to the dear Old queen
Wot a twat.
I was in Houston last year and a lass asked me "I know it's a silly question but what language do you speak in England?"
Loved that info-mercial. Also loved the coastguard one "That's what they call them Petunia, sailing dingies!!" and meet Mike, he swims like a fish.(learn to swim young man).But can he park like Reginald Molehusband? Probably not. I bet he's the kind of bloke who would mix cross-ply and radial tyres on the same axle. Get rid.
Bloody hell!! I'd forgotten all about the Petunia one
Loved that info-mercial. Also loved the coastguard one "That's what they call them Petunia, sailing dingies!!" and meet Mike, he swims like a fish.(learn to swim young man).
im 63 and I’m increasingly notice that people don’t get some of the things I say, the metaphors and analogies I use or the sheer genius of my imaginative wit and intelligent humour.
I was with a group of 12 people today and I made a reference to Lemmy. I had to tell them all who he was: Nothing. So I mentioned Motörhead: Nowt. I googled a f***ing photo of the twat: still not a clue.
I’ve had similar experiences referring to a whole range of things like famous actors, tv shows, films, books, phrases, historical characters, battles... I mean one person I was talking with once had no idea that there had ever been an English Civil War.
Is it just me?
I don't understand that tbh.Some (many) years ago a young trainee lass -nice girl, we got on well, but I was about ten years older than her - asked about the bloke I’d been on a couple of dates with. “How’s it going?” she asked. I replied “he’s great, he swims like a fish”. She looked totally blank. I never bothered explaining.
I don't understand that tbh.
My dad lived in the same street (Arthur's hill area)Ah well. It’s shite anyway so whee gives a shit?
I didn’t know he was from Newcastle until recently mind.
Nor did I suspect that Hank Marvin might not have been his real name.