Probably a better idea to build them when yer pished. It wid be easier to understand the instructions. Or, ye jist get the hammer an nails oot. Job done.
Nah, I keep losing bits of maself when I do so friends, family, and colleagues tend to keep me away from them. Suits me. Every other **** can do the manual work.
Currently sitting drinking coffee in the Holiday inn Inverness. Up here till Tuesday working on a film shoot. Glen Affric later today. It's a hard life.
Back from a brief sojourn on the South Coast but due to the poor weather not too much to report on the fanny front. I did witness a big family get together on the beach, must have been about 20 or so slightly lower class types, not quite pikey but only a shade or two above. Usual fat Mums, Dads wearing Hobbit trousers, older lads drinking Kestrel and a gaggle of snotty kids trying to smash rocks with sticks or smash sticks with rocks. I amongst them were three lassies in various states of revealing attire. First was probably 13ish in full bikini mode, second was about 15/16 in swimwear but had other stuff on trying to cover up any interesting bits and a 19/20ish in full bikini mode. Interesting observation that the younger one didn't have much to show off and seemed totally oblivious, the middle one was stacked and very self conscious about getting the tay tays out in public and the older of the three was absolutely desperate for attention and appeared to be courting stares from onlookers (which I was happy to oblige). Amazing what you can observe in the time it takes to finish off a Nobbly Bobbly.
Does that make you feel better about your ****e SIX PAGER thread, you monkey pumper? Ten pages Pull the other one, you yam farming fenian!
