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Morning WillDMorning fruit fans
Time may fly, but fruit flies like a banana
Have a great day
A piece of fruit held up a bank.
It was a STROBBERY
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Morning WillDMorning fruit fans
Time may fly, but fruit flies like a banana
Have a great day
Morning Salty.
Morning Snorbens. Canny game yesterday although I can’t help thinking the outcome may have been different if Man u hadn’t had a lee camp trainee in goals.
Morning Johnna. Enjoy mate. Sounds like a proper dinner that marra.
Morning b1gals
Morning HD
Morning TVM. Not the result you wanted yesterday. Maybe next time. That’s the beauty of footy, there’s always a next time
Not as yet mate. Still waiting on a reply. How about you?Morning Dilli, spoke to prodigal son![]()
That’s the spirit mate.Morning marra, you're right.
If the truth be told Slough Town aren't quite ready for the Conference Premier yet, they probably need another year or two at this level. Onwards and upwards.
Morning Bonzo.
Morning Edd
Morning BC
There’ll be loads under your sink. Just use a bit of that.
JOKING !!!
I wish I could catch them setting them.
Yes won’t be on here for a couple of days me thinks, on a benderNot as yet mate. Still waiting on a reply. How about you?
Morning dilli, you back now?Morning Salty.
Morning Snorbens. Canny game yesterday although I can’t help thinking the outcome may have been different if Man u hadn’t had a lee camp trainee in goals.
Morning Johnna. Enjoy mate. Sounds like a proper dinner that marra.
Morning b1gals
Morning HD
Morning TVM. Not the result you wanted yesterday. Maybe next time. That’s the beauty of footy, there’s always a next time.
Morning Vic. Horrid and nasty mate.
Morning Wando
Morning AG
Morning KB
Cheers mate. I’ll leave him to it.Yes won’t be on here for a couple of days me thinks, on a bender
Been home since Friday tea time thanks mate.Morning dilli, you back now?
Cock game, crab racing?what manner of establishment was that.
Well played Dili.Morning Hank. Morning Comrades. Might watch the mags get pumped. Then again might watch wolfs. Then again might not. So many decisions, so little time. Its been a nice morning so far. Hope it stays that way. Found a badger in a snare this morning. Managed to get it loose but the little bugger kept trying to bite me. It was only a young one thankfully, I’d have had to get some help if it was an adult. Jogged off seemingly none the worse for its experience. Horrible bstards that set these things. It wasn’t even a decent set up.
Ive let the farmer know and he’s going to set up a remote cctv to see if he can catch the buggers at it. My guess is kids as it didn’t look like a proper job. Dogs were as good as gold and just sat there bless them.
I hope you all have a marvellous Monday. Look after yersels, stay sensible.
Morning Your lordship.
Morning Heroes.
Bastards.Morning Hank. Morning Comrades. Might watch the mags get pumped. Then again might watch wolfs. Then again might not. So many decisions, so little time. Its been a nice morning so far. Hope it stays that way. Found a badger in a snare this morning. Managed to get it loose but the little bugger kept trying to bite me. It was only a young one thankfully, I’d have had to get some help if it was an adult. Jogged off seemingly none the worse for its experience. Horrible bstards that set these things. It wasn’t even a decent set up.
Ive let the farmer know and he’s going to set up a remote cctv to see if he can catch the buggers at it. My guess is kids as it didn’t look like a proper job. Dogs were as good as gold and just sat there bless them.
I hope you all have a marvellous Monday. Look after yersels, stay sensible.
Morning Your lordship.
Morning Heroes.
Good morning Cloughy.Bastards.
Morn, arl. In response, I'll hoy this up (again, I think) in praise of an unfairly maligned creature, but before I do, please let me wish ye arl a grand day, worrivva it hads fer ye. Reet, here it is, written by the much underappreciated John Clare (1793 - 1864):
The Badger
The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.
With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace,
And anything will beat him in the race.
The shepherd’s dog will run him to his den
Followed and hooted by the dogs and men.
The woodman when the hunting comes about
Goes round at night to stop the foxes out
And hurrying through the bushes to the chin
Breaks the old holes, and tumbles headlong in.
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old grunting badger passes bye.
He comes and hears—they let the strongest loose.
The old fox hears the noise and drops the goose.
The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry,
And the old hare half wounded buzzes bye.
They get a forked stick to bear him down
And clap the dogs and take him to the town,
And bait him all the day with many dogs,
And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.
He runs along and bites at all he meets:
They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.
He turns about to face the loud uproar
And drives the rebels to their very door.
The frequent stone is hurled where e’er they go;
When badgers fight, then every one’s a foe.
The dogs are clapt and urged to join the fray;
The badger turns and drives them all away.
Though scarcely half as big, demure and small,
He fights with dogs for bones and beats them all.
The heavy mastiff, savage in the fray,
Lies down and licks his feet and turns away.
The bulldog knows his match and waxes cold,
The badger grins and never leaves his hold.
He drives the crowd and follows at their heels
And bites them through—the drunkard swears and reels.
The frighted women take the boys away,
The blackguard laughs and hurries on the fray.
He tries to reach the woods, an awkward race,
But sticks and cudgels quickly stop the chase.
He turns again and drives the noisy crowd
And beats the many dogs in noises loud.
He drives away and beats them every one,
And then they loose them all and set them on.
He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men,
Then starts and grins and drives the crowd again;
Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies
And leaves his hold and cackles, groans, and dies.
Some keep a baited badger tame as hog
And tame him till he follows like the dog.
They urge him on like dogs and show fair play.
He beats and scarcely wounded goes away.
Lapt up as if asleep, he scorns to fly
And seizes any dog that ventures nigh.
Clapt like a dog, he never bites the men
But worries dogs and hurries to his den.
They let him out and turn a harrow down
And there he fights the host of all the town.
He licks the patting hand, and tries to play
And never tries to bite or run away,
And runs away from the noise in hollow trees
Burnt by the boys to get a swarm of bees.
Cheers mate. I’ll leave him to it.
Been home since Friday tea time thanks mate.
Morning TS. Same ones we’ve heard so many times before. I just think they read them off a sheet.Mornin Hank and mornin all ! Might watch Brighton to hear if commentators can think of any more platitudes about Saint Maximum![]()
Morning TS. Same ones we’ve heard so many times before. I just think they read them off a sheet.
think they get sent a pamphlet from the club about the things they have to mention
That’ll be the takeover sunk then.King of Saudi and King of the tw@s. Looks like Bin Salman might not be far off a promotion.
King Salman: Saudi Arabia's 84-year-old ruler admitted to hospital