Apparently times were tough, in the early 1950's on a rough estate in Sheffield, a cat carcass could keep a group of boys aged 5-11 entertained for a fair few weeks. The garage/sister drop was just one event amongst many.
A moth. I'm off to bed in a minute. When I'm cleaning my gnashers I can't see a f**king wolf coming in through the bathroom window and attacking my head. There's a chance( fair to middle) that a big, hairy arsed moth might. Therefore moth. Every time, moth.
An intriguing story. My mate once had a ferret. It escaped and found a dead rat so decided to eat it. The dead rat was either poisoned or diseased and the ferret died next to it mid meal. Another rat came along and decided to have a chomp on the ferret, which also died next to the ferret and the rat. When we found the dead ferret, we sprayed it in Honda's arctic white colour and lacquered it before throwing it at each other for a bit. It was jolly good fun. Then we got bored of that and decided to nail it to the rafter of his garage/barn, and 10 years on to this day, it remains there in pristine white, perfectly preserved like an Egyptian mummy.
I'm surprised she hasn't got PTSD. Saying that I've never met her so she might for all I know. #prayforBFT'sbetterhalf.
I think the laa-di-daa polo set will be delighted to know a thread, initially discussing their sport of choice, has converted to a discussion around our shared experiences of small mammal throwing, mutilation and preservation. Let's head to Hull.....Top-hole!
Fair point. So you wouldn't **** your pants if this yellowed eyed, fearless beast came face to face with you? [nsfw] please log in to view this image [/nsfw]
I wouldn't be overly chuffed but what are the chances? I'm just laying a cable in the East Wing bathroom and it's moth free. So far, so good.
if you look at them under a microscope you will see that they have massive pointed teeth as well hope this helps
Can't say it has. It does underline my point about the fact they're horrible little ****houses though. I once had one attack me that was the size of a large NI glove. Salisbury '93. I still have flash backs.
It's a big ass leather glove issued to the military. They're **** to be honest, don't keep your hands warm at all.
I never understood them, what was the point of the padded knuckle bit? But yeah, **** at keeping your hands warm. I had to spend a day in Melton Mowbray once, photographing some Household Cavalry types practicing show jumping. Stood in the middle of a freezing field with 3 senior Rodneys bored out of my head. Until one particular horse was brought out. Every single time it jumped a fence, it farted. Not a silent one either. Like thunder. The Rodneys just ignored this. I almost couldn't breathe for trying to suppress falling apart on the floor laughing. The more they ignored it, the worse it got for me. I was crying. Jump, fart, jump fart, jump fart. To this day, I can't look at a horse without thinking of that, which makes them less majestic and intimidating.
Yeah of course. I had to go there once a week for 4 years, was stationed at Cottesmore at the time. Happy days those.
What did moths do before the light bulb was invented? Are there moths on the way to the Sun right now?
I was wondering what are the stats for moth/ice lolly sticks/wooden chip fork related deaths in the UK?
