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Being old is no excuse for not having a bit of fun.. get yersen down to Wilko's or wherever and purchase a Stanley Knife, a few spare blades,and a screwdriver, then creep out in the middle of the night and slash a few tyres, and put skrawkers on them fancy vehicules the local @rses drive about in, it's bound to get the area abuzz with activity, and if you're accidently spotted, then merely slash yer wrists with the Stanley, it'll at least lay you up in hospital for a few weeks whislt you plan your next mode of attack... or if it all gets a bit too much then simply slash yer throat, it'll m

makes you wonder what kind of music the next generation will look back on.. K-Tel presents - 'These you have loved' featuring Shaggy, Snoop Doggy Dogg, and 50 cents? or maybe Ronco™ with - 'your twenty Tu Pac all time favourites'?

It's actually cowsh@t you smell Robin.. it comes from long periods of wandering around the countryside trying to fathom out where you live!

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Personally I quite like the humour, providing there's no pornography, plus at times it's the only stuff that keeps the site afloat.. it's surprising how quickly topics pertinent to Nottingham can quickly become exhausted... besides it would be a dull world if this was all we had in common..

Never a truer word was spoken, and what you see is only the half truth.. if we were to get down to the nitty gritty, we all know where the problem lies.. but like true Englishmen we merely lie back and take it up the khyber..

Due to the buildings construction being of what looks like corrugated tin, my guess would be, it's either the offices of Anchor surplus, or HM revenue just prior to the doors being opened, accepting the droves of punters, all eager to impart the names of businesses that aren't paying tax. ??

Watch Edward Fox the audience with his amazing fetes of prestidigitation. and was It the Minnie Driver that made Patricia Brake?

Britney Spears, whilst Brooke Shields. Will Young John Hurt himself? Tom Waits to see! and Bill Gates for all this mess - he can afford it!

George Burns whilst Woody strode across the coals. Jeff Banks on winning, but seldom does. let's have dinner!.. Sam Cook, James Brown the gravy, and Tim Curry the meatballs! and are parishoners roofs really fixed by a Christian Slater?

Axl Rose and William Hurt whilst Jeff Bridges the rift between the two. Vladimir Putin for some extra time, but was refused. Roy Rogers, but then again he always did! Listen to Kurt Russel as Jeremy Irons. watch Nicolas Cage the untamed beast. and exactly who did Alexander Bell ? and the Sting in the tail is, Will Smith ever be able to Pierce Brosnan? - ooer! any more?

This is the latest snapshop of Mr. Hood.. he is currently on his holidays in Majorca, with Randolph his pet pigeon..

There's actually an update to that, where Robin is seen placing the beloved 'N' in a council filing cabinet.

Shown below is officer Pugh, who is about to demonstrate the correct method of operating the Acme DarnOmatic™ .. once mounted she will give a lecture on the pros and cons of it's usefulness within in the field of combat.

1. leave it to your granny, she always tied a better knot. 2. four bladers too expensive, stick to three. 3. don't go cockling at high tide. 4. she was a rather sweet gal with a tempestuous nature 5. when the saints go marching in.

Being very busy in those days it was more or less a quick nip-in for a pint of their best, I'm afraid I never got to know who ran the pub, shame, as they sounded like a friendly couple.. the main haunt in those days was the Cavendish at Carlton, they ran a bit of a disco which went on till late at night... there would also be frequent stop offs at the Grey Goose, March Hare, and Cherry Tree, plus a whole host of others.. infact any establishment within a fifty mile radius of the town centre that happened to sell intoxicating liquor and played loud music.... them were the daze!

During the early seventies I lived on Bangor street just across the road from the Mechanics arms, and would often nip in for a pint of brown ale and a cheese and onion cob.. the ale couldn't be beaten, it was pure nectar, and the cobs were nothing short of a gourmet masterpiece. the only other Davenports pub as I recall was the Cricketers just off Arkwright street.. strange why there was only two.. maybe it's because they all drank the stuff at home, like the advert said "beer at home means Davenports"?

That's gratitude for ya!.. us founding fathers go over there to offer our advice, then it all gets thrown back in our faces! .. tell you what, I thought about doing a tour of kangaroosville this summer, but now I'm not so sure , Skeggy is looking a much better proposition as far as I'm concerned... as well as being more bracing, we at least don't have to suffer those pesky Bruce's swanning around with their cork festooned nicky hats, and the indiginous natives throwing bent sticks!

Wabbits! .. humungus is my fell swoop belong us all, needs must as needs be.. time only tell if for u are not talkin' big time wabbit up us - friend or foe? maybe so, but only if.. and another thing, you say wabbit need help, then only maybe! BUT... notforsaking anything to the contrary we only might! so think it over, and let us know your reply.. wabbitlicious pie consumungous carrotous non il desperandum! peace! - 404 btw!

Alright, I'll smile for the camera on this occasion, but if you think you can sway me by showing your underpants, then you can think again! .. that bucket is the property of Nottingham city council, and if you don't come with me after he's took the photo, I'm going to hit you with my stick!

Spot on Rob, it is indeed Billy G. head of the Microsoft empire.. . the annual company profits of which could easily clear the third world debt whilst feeding the starving masses. and looking at the photo it also poses the question as to why one has to look like a psychopath to become a successful millionaire.

re Sundays of yore: I was only thinking the other day how we never hear the sound churchbells anymore, it was always a feature on a sunday morning waking up to the sound of the various parishes summoning the masses.... I also remember it being a very unexciting day, half the kids would be dressed in up in their sunday best, and the majority of shops would be closed for the day, and very little traffic would be seen on the roads. even the telly would be dead, showing programs like 'songs of praise' and 'stars on sunday' the only saving grace being 'Sunday night at the London palladium'

which one is the well known billionaire amongst this gorgeous looking bunch?

Reckon they might have had some inside info as according to this website HERE. the new tramway will be passing very close by.. just right for all those hungree Lebanese commuters!

Remember the times when you would rush home from school totally ravenous, and mummy would be busy preparing the Foul Modamas, Kibeh, Sujuk, or Fatoush? the smell would permeate the whole house, and one could hardly wait till it was being served.... and afterwards when we were completely full there would be the Bamia, Mansaf, and Magloba, followed by Baklawa, Mohalabya, and Konafa? well, don't fret, as this good old home made cooking can still be found complete with atmospheric belly dancers and tantallising goatsmeat vol au vents, all guaranteed to bring the memories of those good old days