out first thing in the morning , home late in the evening. nettle stings, blood and mud all part of the days shenanigans
Indeed one should. Also handy for when yer a kid building a den up at the third locky. ( 'locky' being an abandoned reservoir ) ( third meaning it was the third and farthest away of the abandoned reservoirs in the area ). I'm thinking of long hot summers at the time, but that hardly seems feasible.
You'd need a knife to cut through a mushroom stem? How ****ing weak are you? what do you bench? a bag of sugar?
You have to cut them neatly so they grow back, you ignorant ****ing imbecile And you're a gardener too Stick to planting pansies and trimming rose bushes ya ****ing (uphill) gardener
Rope swings over burns (also with "pile ons" ), building hooses out of bales of hay and running away from the farmer and climbing anything that looked it shouldny be climbed.
Yep these days you'ld need a harness, 3 day course and a permit from the council to go climbing trees, railings and anything else that makes you the man if you go higher than any other ****er.
Then ye found out that playing with it made ye feel good. Then, one day, a sticky mess came out and gave ye a bit of a fright.
What ****ing self respecting gardener grows edible mushrooms? The only mushrooms I'm interested in will take me on a trip no ****ing bore me to death while eating them.
me too , i remember one day in a camp we built with only one exit our big(oversized for his age everyone had one) mate set fire to the camp with us all in it him included he blocked the exit for what seemed like hours until 3 of us charged at him, soot black faces and a smell of camp fire off us cant bate it
Them were the days. None of this video games. We were out all day and gettin a dunt on the back of the heid aff yer da when ye got home cos ye fell in the burn again or was black as soot from building fires
mud ball fights on the building sites ****ing magic always some **** getting split open cos some other **** put a big rock in his mudball i wish it was yesterday again