Ooohh I have another
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Building and playing with rockets
so where is Pete_sw - hows about your favorite tank mate??
Or maybe Sparky, tell us about your favorite aerial?
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BallouBear
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Aha - I have an opinion of this!!!!
Colour - Yellow - always loved a yellow car especially, much to a lot of people's dismay
Smell - Fresh bread or freshly cut grass - although I did have a thing for creosote once :doh:
Time of day - sunrise - walking in the forest at sunrise, just a great feeling, although rarely happens as I hate getting out of bed.
Place - Bird Island (Seychelles) - or/and my shed
Roller Coaster - Duelling Dragons (only at the front)
Car - Lamborghini Countach, crap to drive, but looks so sexy
Food - Roasty toasty (beef)
white wine - Sancere
Ooohh errrrr I am getting carried away here! - Best stop before I go off daydreaming in my own little world again!
Colour - Yellow - always loved a yellow car especially, much to a lot of people's dismay
Smell - Fresh bread or freshly cut grass - although I did have a thing for creosote once :doh:
Time of day - sunrise - walking in the forest at sunrise, just a great feeling, although rarely happens as I hate getting out of bed.
Place - Bird Island (Seychelles) - or/and my shed
Roller Coaster - Duelling Dragons (only at the front)
Car - Lamborghini Countach, crap to drive, but looks so sexy
Food - Roasty toasty (beef)
white wine - Sancere
Ooohh errrrr I am getting carried away here! - Best stop before I go off daydreaming in my own little world again!
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Oh yes please Dawnie, I always love hearing about your handiwork, especially when you have pictures as well ................. :twisted:
You do know I mean my knitting and not any other kind of 'handiwork' don't you
Honestly, men Damn right - I am still waiting on my yellow scarf and winter's almost over (apparently)
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Although born and bred in N Wales i don't speak the language i found it really difficult at school to learn it and kinda regret it now
I cant imagine thinking in another language must be like being on another planet/country :doh: just realised it is
well different country anyway
Just an after thought but it would come in well handy when you wanted to send your addy in a message on a site that didnt allow them i wonder what mine is in welsh (oops did i say that on here)
Just slightly off topic I suppose, however - I also wish I knew a bit of Welsh.
the only reason is that when I walked into a deepest darkest pub in Wales, and the English chatter stopped to be replaced by Welsh I knew what they were talking about.
I took a few guesses, but was never to sure ...........
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Jambo toto.
mzuri, tu
santa sana rafiki.
OMG, these two will be singing songs from the Lion King soon!! :shock:
I am absolutely crap at languages, but seem to get by ok. I tend to learn one or two phrases prior to visiting the county. Mind you, having a translator on my PDA also helps.
Re the Swahili bit - I would have to agree with you, definately one language I would like to learn. Mainly because when I was out there, everyone was so nice when you did try and speak it and very helpful with pronunciation.
Also, while I am on the subject, have you noticed that Swahili is one of those languages that when spoken you seem to smile. Maybe its just me, but some, welll, you they seem harsh and you gain more wrinkles when speaking them.
I mean, be honest, try saying Jambo when your sad, bet at least a small smirk appears.
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Put it all in a big Pie dish put a crust on top and put it in the oven at Gas Mark 7and pray.
phredd
But Phredd, my oven just aint that big!!
and unless I had a whole of the womens England hockey team popping round, it would get cold before I got half-way through it.
ohh god, i hope we dont start on with jokes on buns and ovens now
Ahh, what a day! – Well woke this morning a little peckish and for some reason I felt like a crumpet, I didn’t look like one I might add, just felt like one. So, discovering none around a quick trip to Tesco’s was in order.
As you do, perusing the shelves, looking around wondering what women lurking in the alleys may be members of this site, I discovered mince on offer – not only was it on offer it was bloody cheap. Hey ho, I couldn’t pass this up, so left the basket lying around, grabbed a trolley and piled into it packet after packet of mince, thinking what a great day I am going to have, in the kitchen all day concocting delectable dishes. Ahh, kitchen, cooking, can’t be done without a drop of red wine so picked up a couple of bottles also.
So there I was heading home, contemplating, lasagne, chilli, burgers spag bog etc etc. all the while with the car doing wheelies due to the half hundredweight of mince in the boot.
Ok, into the kitchen at 10, where to start, ah yes, with the crumpet – errrr bugger, forgot the crumpets, ah well, who needs them, me, I’m eating lasagne tonight mmmmmmmmm
Now, as I said, I had some wonderful ideas about what to cook, thinking that once all done, chuck it all in the freezer and I will have decent meals for weeks to come.
Started browning off some of the packets in the biggest pan I could find, realising that I need to sort chillies, onions, mushrooms et all. I suppose it was at this point that things started to go wrong. Mixing the mince, whilst peeling onions is no mean feat, as the tears started to flow and the knife got blurry I burnt my finger on the pan and sliced into my finger all at the same time – which one to suck first, cold water on the cut, plaster on the burn nah nah, this cant be right – Oh fuck it, the mince is catching on the bottom of the pan – grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ok two steps back, I can do this, I can cook so where am I going wrong. Ahhhh, it dawned on me, it must be this multi tasking thing, after all, its not exactly men’s forte.
So I went back to basics and started each meal in turn, looking at my remaining 30 odd packets of mince despondently.
By 1pm, burgers done and chilli simmering I thought it best to crack open the red wine while I started spag bog. Half way through the bottle and I’m thinking whey hey hey, this is damn fine stuff as I turn on the CD, dancing about and doing my Aisley drizzle a bit of this and a bit of that thing. Obviously realizing later that of course, missing out on my crumpet meant that I had not eaten a thing yet.
So, to cut a long story short (if you have got this far) it is now 7:30 at night I am totally knackered and I have a pile of washing up two miles high.
I started to wonder, why oh why did I ever go to Tesco’s today. Oohh and does anyone want any mince – I have about 10 packets left.
So, if you have actually read this far, you probably are wondering why on earth has this daft sod mentioned all this.
Well as I sat here musing – I wondered – has anybody else started something – could be anything at all and half way through think why the hell am I doing this. And if you did think that – what did you do, give up or carry on?
As you do, perusing the shelves, looking around wondering what women lurking in the alleys may be members of this site, I discovered mince on offer – not only was it on offer it was bloody cheap. Hey ho, I couldn’t pass this up, so left the basket lying around, grabbed a trolley and piled into it packet after packet of mince, thinking what a great day I am going to have, in the kitchen all day concocting delectable dishes. Ahh, kitchen, cooking, can’t be done without a drop of red wine so picked up a couple of bottles also.
So there I was heading home, contemplating, lasagne, chilli, burgers spag bog etc etc. all the while with the car doing wheelies due to the half hundredweight of mince in the boot.
Ok, into the kitchen at 10, where to start, ah yes, with the crumpet – errrr bugger, forgot the crumpets, ah well, who needs them, me, I’m eating lasagne tonight mmmmmmmmm
Now, as I said, I had some wonderful ideas about what to cook, thinking that once all done, chuck it all in the freezer and I will have decent meals for weeks to come.
Started browning off some of the packets in the biggest pan I could find, realising that I need to sort chillies, onions, mushrooms et all. I suppose it was at this point that things started to go wrong. Mixing the mince, whilst peeling onions is no mean feat, as the tears started to flow and the knife got blurry I burnt my finger on the pan and sliced into my finger all at the same time – which one to suck first, cold water on the cut, plaster on the burn nah nah, this cant be right – Oh fuck it, the mince is catching on the bottom of the pan – grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ok two steps back, I can do this, I can cook so where am I going wrong. Ahhhh, it dawned on me, it must be this multi tasking thing, after all, its not exactly men’s forte.
So I went back to basics and started each meal in turn, looking at my remaining 30 odd packets of mince despondently.
By 1pm, burgers done and chilli simmering I thought it best to crack open the red wine while I started spag bog. Half way through the bottle and I’m thinking whey hey hey, this is damn fine stuff as I turn on the CD, dancing about and doing my Aisley drizzle a bit of this and a bit of that thing. Obviously realizing later that of course, missing out on my crumpet meant that I had not eaten a thing yet.
So, to cut a long story short (if you have got this far) it is now 7:30 at night I am totally knackered and I have a pile of washing up two miles high.
I started to wonder, why oh why did I ever go to Tesco’s today. Oohh and does anyone want any mince – I have about 10 packets left.
So, if you have actually read this far, you probably are wondering why on earth has this daft sod mentioned all this.
Well as I sat here musing – I wondered – has anybody else started something – could be anything at all and half way through think why the hell am I doing this. And if you did think that – what did you do, give up or carry on?
Just to add to Dawnies note - It really is a nice thing to do.
I for one now have a friend who I have to say is one of the best friends anyone could wish for.
That said, I believe that you can never have to many friends and obvioulsy being a single male, never to many pm's from the lovely ladies on this site
So, get pming, you really don't want to upset Dawnie by not following her instructions. :twisted:
I for one now have a friend who I have to say is one of the best friends anyone could wish for.
That said, I believe that you can never have to many friends and obvioulsy being a single male, never to many pm's from the lovely ladies on this site
So, get pming, you really don't want to upset Dawnie by not following her instructions. :twisted:
Ahh, but you can't help but feel sorry for the guy and certainly hats off to him for trying. Maybe he has his own jet plane?
I suppose local could be defined an algebraic calculus based upon:
Available transport
How horny he is feeling
How fit he is
Is she worth it
:jagsatwork:
I am still trying to figure out what number divides into what, but I am sure there is a square root in there somewhere. :small-print:
For example, a guy who only owns a pushbike, he may define it maybe as 20 miles, dependant on how fit he is.
For a really lazy guy, it may be limited to feet rather than miles.
For the guy who owns a car, depends how much petrol he can afford
For a guy who reads a profile and feels a sudden attraction, a need to be with that one person, well that possibly could be 2443 miles
Although, that said, for the horny guy that has not had it in a while, probably about the same!
In my case PL, I defiantly would say, local is defined as 127 miles
:twisted: :twisted:
I suppose local could be defined an algebraic calculus based upon:
Available transport
How horny he is feeling
How fit he is
Is she worth it
:jagsatwork:
I am still trying to figure out what number divides into what, but I am sure there is a square root in there somewhere. :small-print:
For example, a guy who only owns a pushbike, he may define it maybe as 20 miles, dependant on how fit he is.
For a really lazy guy, it may be limited to feet rather than miles.
For the guy who owns a car, depends how much petrol he can afford
For a guy who reads a profile and feels a sudden attraction, a need to be with that one person, well that possibly could be 2443 miles
Although, that said, for the horny guy that has not had it in a while, probably about the same!
In my case PL, I defiantly would say, local is defined as 127 miles
:twisted: :twisted:
Well mine is sort of like a sexy wooden colour - probably due to the fact that it is ummmmm, well wood.
Obviously treated in a lovely golden oak colouring. The only problem is the ceiling height, about 2 feet. It's a bugger sometimes in the morning when I forget I am currently sleeping in the attic in my shed.
Obviously treated in a lovely golden oak colouring. The only problem is the ceiling height, about 2 feet. It's a bugger sometimes in the morning when I forget I am currently sleeping in the attic in my shed.
Well not so much for a fuck, but a while ago I used to chat to a lady from Newcastle. We decided one day to meet for a coffee, so I duly booked a hotel room as it was a long way away and hey - you never know!
Drove the 400 miles to meet her, we had the coffee, about 30 minutes, decided that we really were not suitable, peck on the cheek and she left.
A mate then phoned asking if I wanted to go out for a drink that night, so I cancelled the hotel and drove home.
So, total, about 800 miles - for a cup of coffee and a peck on the cheek.
Ohh errr, my first post in ages and about another failure - I really must start to look on the brighter side of life!!!! Either that or get a bit better at this kissing malarkey
Drove the 400 miles to meet her, we had the coffee, about 30 minutes, decided that we really were not suitable, peck on the cheek and she left.
A mate then phoned asking if I wanted to go out for a drink that night, so I cancelled the hotel and drove home.
So, total, about 800 miles - for a cup of coffee and a peck on the cheek.
Ohh errr, my first post in ages and about another failure - I really must start to look on the brighter side of life!!!!
Either that or get a bit better at this kissing malarkey Rather than kick off a new thread I decided to bring this back up as it was as close to my topic as I could find – the search button is your friend as they say.
Anyway – was musing this week. While dashing up the M6 I had this sudden urge for bladder relief – for some reason this normally occurs on the M6 toll, no idea why – maybe the thought of paying just weakens my bladder – sorry getting off the subject.
Anyway, got to the services loos, lobbed it out as you do and experienced that aggggggggghhhhhh feeling when you finally release the internal pressure. So there I was in front of the urinal getting bored so looking around, it suddenly occurred to me that all the guys lined up against the urinals were all holding their todgers in their left hand. Looking down, I realised that I was also using my left hand, even though I am right handed, god knows why I had to look down to confirm this, but anyhow – I did anyway.
It was only later in the car that I pondered the fact that everyone was using their left hand. So, out of the 15 or so guys that were lined up, it could have been that averages were out of kilta and that we all were right handed. Now if this was true, why were we all using our left hand when we were all in fact right handed?
Maybe their was in fact a mixture of left handed and right handed taking a pee that day. Maybe, subconsciously we remember that we greet and shake hands using our right hands so your left maybe can become more familiar with your todger as your right is your greeting interface?
The more I thought about this, the more unlikely it sounded, as when taking a dump I usually hold the paper in my right hand.
So, pondering even more, I thought, hang on here, it’s not just peeing, what about wanking? Well, I also use my left hand for that as well, I wonder if that’s because I can work the tv remote control easier with my right hand?
So, to all the lefties out there, when taking a pee, do you hold it with your left or right hand? Do other righties use their left for such purposes?
If this is purely a subconscious thing that affects all guys (not just me), what about the women?
It never ceases to amaze me what issues I ponder while driving up and down the M6, I do know however that the M25 has a distinctly different effect on me…………………. Freud would probably have an answer to this, but the bugger won’t pick up his cell to speak to me.
Anyway – was musing this week. While dashing up the M6 I had this sudden urge for bladder relief – for some reason this normally occurs on the M6 toll, no idea why – maybe the thought of paying just weakens my bladder – sorry getting off the subject.
Anyway, got to the services loos, lobbed it out as you do and experienced that aggggggggghhhhhh feeling when you finally release the internal pressure. So there I was in front of the urinal getting bored so looking around, it suddenly occurred to me that all the guys lined up against the urinals were all holding their todgers in their left hand. Looking down, I realised that I was also using my left hand, even though I am right handed, god knows why I had to look down to confirm this, but anyhow – I did anyway.
It was only later in the car that I pondered the fact that everyone was using their left hand. So, out of the 15 or so guys that were lined up, it could have been that averages were out of kilta and that we all were right handed. Now if this was true, why were we all using our left hand when we were all in fact right handed?
Maybe their was in fact a mixture of left handed and right handed taking a pee that day. Maybe, subconsciously we remember that we greet and shake hands using our right hands so your left maybe can become more familiar with your todger as your right is your greeting interface?
The more I thought about this, the more unlikely it sounded, as when taking a dump I usually hold the paper in my right hand.
So, pondering even more, I thought, hang on here, it’s not just peeing, what about wanking? Well, I also use my left hand for that as well, I wonder if that’s because I can work the tv remote control easier with my right hand?
So, to all the lefties out there, when taking a pee, do you hold it with your left or right hand? Do other righties use their left for such purposes?
If this is purely a subconscious thing that affects all guys (not just me), what about the women?
It never ceases to amaze me what issues I ponder while driving up and down the M6, I do know however that the M25 has a distinctly different effect on me…………………. Freud would probably have an answer to this, but the bugger won’t pick up his cell to speak to me.
I realise this has been done before but thought I would ressurect the thought as we have so many new members.
I was sat in my shed today watching my local squirrel stuffing the monkey nuts that I left him and I started to ponder. You see this squirrel is called Henry, indeed there is also a Mrs Squirrel called Henriet so I pondered why have I given them names?
I also have a robin which frequents my garden called Elvis and a doormouse called Dorethy2 (the first one died)
My car is called Bob the lobster and my last car was called Frodo the Frog.
Why is it that I have this thing about giving them names? Now, obviously if it is a pet for example, that I can relate to as it would be responsive and is of course part of the family.
But many people have names for things, even inanimate objects. So, whilst I ponder away this naming thing that I have, I ask you all, what objects have you given names to and why?
I was sat in my shed today watching my local squirrel stuffing the monkey nuts that I left him and I started to ponder. You see this squirrel is called Henry, indeed there is also a Mrs Squirrel called Henriet so I pondered why have I given them names?
I also have a robin which frequents my garden called Elvis and a doormouse called Dorethy2 (the first one died)
My car is called Bob the lobster and my last car was called Frodo the Frog.
Why is it that I have this thing about giving them names? Now, obviously if it is a pet for example, that I can relate to as it would be responsive and is of course part of the family.
But many people have names for things, even inanimate objects. So, whilst I ponder away this naming thing that I have, I ask you all, what objects have you given names to and why?
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its soo bad its brill!
the only ice sculputre u have ever made was a dildo........... but thats a whole new thread!!!!!!
WBB - you are my hero!
Obviously a lover of art nouveau :!:
Ahhh, ummmm that is of course if you were actually meaning my Dalek. If however you were thinking of Dawnie carving in choccie (with a blunt instrument) I may need to rethink my hero worship thingy
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how about u carving in chocolate dawn??? remember our meal and the after 8 minty thingys lol
Good idea, I could do a chocolate cock :smug:
Will buy chocolate tomorrow and try and make a cock before I eat it :lol2:
How can I make a good impression
: Smile sweetly or melt a Mars bar?
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OMG Just occurred to me - Dawnie, please don't accept this as a challenge, the thought of you with a sharp instrument in your hand is slightly worrying .........
Hmmmmmmmmmm :kick:
Its OK Missy, Chesty, I know exactly what Manolishi was aiming at...................
Its a self portrait
Well not exactly the retort I was looking for ...............
It wouldn't have been to bad, but the mirror had a crack in it and I was standing on my head
Noooooooooo
Come on you guys - think Picasso, think abstract .....
As if no-one has ever seen an abstract Dalek before - tut tut
Still, I notice that no-one else has had their creative juices flowing - so, up to now, Daleks reign supreme
nah nah na nah na
OMG Just occurred to me - Dawnie, please don't accept this as a challenge, the thought of you with a sharp instrument in your hand is slightly worrying .........
Come on you guys - think Picasso, think abstract .....
As if no-one has ever seen an abstract Dalek before - tut tut
Still, I notice that no-one else has had their creative juices flowing - so, up to now, Daleks reign supreme
nah nah na nah na
OMG Just occurred to me - Dawnie, please don't accept this as a challenge, the thought of you with a sharp instrument in your hand is slightly worrying .........
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Have you actually done anything with that chunk of ice or just got it out the freezer and slapped it on the desk
Dawn
Oi you - it took bloody ages! - It started off as part of the polar ice cap. Flew it by helicopter to my back garden, although it did melt a tad when it went over Iceland (something to do with the thermals).
Once arrived I set to work with the chain saw, you know - a bit off here, a bit off there - very much like when I went to the barbers.
Finally ending up with the masterpiece, although not in its original form. The eye bit thingy snapped off so I had to hunt for a suitable pin to replace it with. I don't think anyone noticed though ...........
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Ooops Mal you are so clever in spotting my delibrate mistake
As you know it was meant to be "Andy Caps Commandos"
Well I mean > at my age do you still DEMAND perfection.
Run Away Matron's Comming.
The ACC - where a chef could singlehandedly bring a battalion to its' knees -no breakfast today!!!
Oi you lot!!!
How come we have gone from Ice Carvings of my Dalek to the Army is so short posts
: I am sat here waiting for Phredd's attempt at a spitfire now .................
Or maybe Angel attempting, errrrrr, wellll, anything she wants really :!: :!: :!:
Just wondered if any of you guys have seen this web site:
I have to say, I was stunned, gobsmacked by what was possible with a bit of ice.
It certainly had an effect.
The creative juices started to pulse through my veins
The ideas abounded
Can I do that????
Of course I can -
Dug out the old chainsaw as you do, started to whittle and I ended up with ............
A Dalek
Most impressive I thought - sorry for it being out of focus but I was so bloody cold by the time I got to this stage.
There is definately an art to this ice carving stuff - anybody do any better?
I have to say, I was stunned, gobsmacked by what was possible with a bit of ice.
It certainly had an effect.
The creative juices started to pulse through my veins
The ideas abounded
Can I do that????
Of course I can -
Dug out the old chainsaw as you do, started to whittle and I ended up with ............
A Dalek
Most impressive I thought - sorry for it being out of focus but I was so bloody cold by the time I got to this stage.
There is definately an art to this ice carving stuff - anybody do any better?
I actually used to have this thing for Chrissie Hynde. Used to watch her on TOTP and always thought wow.
I did get to me her in Slough one day and although she was lovely to talk to, once you got close up, she was not very attractive at all.
Just goes to show what a bit of makeup can do.
I did get to me her in Slough one day and although she was lovely to talk to, once you got close up, she was not very attractive at all.
Just goes to show what a bit of makeup can do.
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I'm usually on at this daft hour, hopefully I won't be alone everytime I come online
A huge hi and welcome from me. Now pondering ......
Had you just got up, or in fact had you not gone to bed yet?
Now pondering....... How the hell does one keep up with someone who lasts until 5am??
:idea: Aha - Cat naps throughout the day, little blue tablets at night - rushing off for my prescription now .......
I hope you have tons and tons of fun on here
