Off Topic And Now for Something Completely Different
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"He's ****", "can't defend", "he's Ehab's boyfriend", "only gets a game coz he's Bruce's favourite", "his crosses are ****", .... it was near endless from some when he played for us and after he left. Yet Villa fans, a division above us, call him 'King'.
I'm not suggesting you made such stupid comments, and I know many rightly rated him highly. But many didn't, and that's where my "We really do have some **** know now't no class 'supporters'" comment came from having seen the tweet and read the many comments.
Decent article on Tom Courtney if you're interested.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/tv/2021/09/10/tom-courtenay-stayed-distance/
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/tv/2021/09/10/tom-courtenay-stayed-distance/
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Interesting use of the double pivot.
Be a buggar to reverse that outfit mind.
Jim Bowen: “So Tony, what do you do for a job.”
Tony: “Well Jim, I’ve been unemployed the past couple of years since they closed the factory, so I’ve just been looking after my elderly sick parents who recently passed away.”
Jim Bowen: “ Smashing, super, great.”
It's not a dog, it's a pussy
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A load of old Cobblers...
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A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles,
has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied
the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later
with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from
top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "£150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the cat Scan, it's now £150."
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles,
has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied
the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later
with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from
top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "£150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the cat Scan, it's now £150."
£150 for that, I should coco, effing kerching time when visiting the vets.