Pi**ing Down.....Where I Am!

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Sat on a client site in Chester. Cold, sunny and blowing a gale.

The pennines were white when I left the house this morning though. Snow on the way!
 
Remote - stop being so bloody sensible!

I suppose it's all down to being educated in a boys only school. I was asked to explain the difference between deprivation and depravation.

I said the first is what you get though being taught here, and the second is what you get when you actually realise it - I haven't been the same since.<laugh>

Mind you, a lot there in school at the time with me couldn't tell the difference (and still can't from what I've heard <whistle> ) - they never went down to HiyaButt bay during the summer of '76. Boy it was hot, and so were the holigirls - like shooting fish in a barrel, but that bloody sand didn't half aggravate.
 
Well if he did MM, you're priviliged mate. Apparently he didn't give it to many during his life - he's on record as saying he always preferred a Barclays.
 
I was dragged up proper Spakey. Mixed comprehensive for me mate.

Suppose you have lots of experience of raising the sheets....





.... either with hot air or a morning tent pole.

That's depravation! :emoticon-0109-kiss:


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