Quote by johneboy
going for the sympathy PM eh Mano............ you've got no chance
Ahhh bugger - sussed so quickly - could you not have given me at least a few more minutes of self indulgance
Ok ok - Time to come clean - who wants a shag :shock:
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BallouBear
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Quote by Amber
I agree.......what is the world coming to...at one time all boxes of chocolates had coffee creams in them (also my favourites), orange and strawberry next! Now it is a rare thing to come across a coffee cream......we have been overun with praline and truffles and its just not good enough.
How about we campaign for the return of the beloved coffee cream!!!???
Well Amber we have 3 letters of complaint already!!!
As for anyone not liking the CC –
can you not just imagine it as you bite softly into the chocolate surround letting your tongue settle on the luxurious inside. The taste buds moan with the pleasure as your body starts to tingle.
You want more, a lot more, your tongue strokes the coffee centre, slowly sensually, savouring every moment. Your senses heighten as your need becomes more urgent – take me now your hear it whispering to you – you hear the call, you know what you need to do, life becomes clear in that moment of madness as you stuff the last of the delicacy into your slavouring mouth ……..
I think maybe I need to get out more ……………..
Quote by onlyme1981
Back to the original point of this thread....I have made my feelings known to Cadbury on the subject of the missing coffee creams, I'll wait and see if they get back to me.
:bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
Ooohhh me to me to
Well thats two of us complaining about the demise of the coffee cream.
Maybe it would help to bring them back if I got some celebs to write to them. Maybe Calista Flockhart? Surely she is dire need of coffee creams ..........
Quote by fluffer
Are you saying that Milk Tray didn't even put them in the box or that your lady friend was quick off the mark and snaffled them first?
Ummm lady friend ummm sounds a bit dodgy that. It was her 90th birthday
Ahhhh fluffer - so so so good to see someone with taste
Nooooo they are gone, vanished, departed, kaput (stop now - to much like the parrot sketch) but surely not all wshed up?
Well maybe, they dont exist in Rose's either and I am sure they did once.
God the only reason why I bought anyone chocs was so I could get my hands on the CC
I was thinking about posting this in the steam room, however, this is to important, far to important, to get lost in there.
I bought a little old lady a box of Milk Tray a couple of weeks ago as a birthday present.
Obviously, as you do, I hung around until she opened them. When, eventually she did and offered me one, I dived in for my favourite, the coffee cream. :inlove: :happy: :happy:
Imagine my shock, my horror, to discover that it was nowhere to be seen. :censored:
Kidnapped, chocnapped or what?
Is this the demise of the coffee cream? I say NO NO NO
This can’t be, I need it, I want it, I must have it :twisted: :twisted:
So, trawling around the net searching for that lost paradise I drew a blank.
Time to stand up and be counted, so I thought I would submit this thread and get my local MP to take a peek, surely he must care? :small-print:
So come on peeps, either tell me where they are hiding or fight for your right to have them back. (Please) :upset:
I bought a little old lady a box of Milk Tray a couple of weeks ago as a birthday present.
Obviously, as you do, I hung around until she opened them. When, eventually she did and offered me one, I dived in for my favourite, the coffee cream. :inlove: :happy: :happy:
Imagine my shock, my horror, to discover that it was nowhere to be seen. :censored:
Kidnapped, chocnapped or what?
Is this the demise of the coffee cream? I say NO NO NO
This can’t be, I need it, I want it, I must have it :twisted: :twisted:
So, trawling around the net searching for that lost paradise I drew a blank.
Time to stand up and be counted, so I thought I would submit this thread and get my local MP to take a peek, surely he must care? :small-print:
So come on peeps, either tell me where they are hiding or fight for your right to have them back. (Please) :upset:
Quote by Dawn_Mids
Yeah you need to change your technique, try the red stuff its sooooooooooooo much nicer
Ok - give me a clue - I have searched profiles, googled and still no mention of RedStuff
Spill the beans, who is she?
Ah, ummmm bugger maybe she was the spilled beans - I've seen the TV ad - but to be honest it never does much for me
Ok - going away now to practise my techniques
Ooohh errrr decisions decisions -
I suppose depends on the circumstances
Curry sauce and chips mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mind you, if on a promise the following day then I suppose it would have to be just plain. To many spicy things can put a dampener on an evening's entertainment :twisted:
Plus of course pineapple and chips just don't go together in my book :doh:
MMMMM hang on - been having curry sauce and chips for 4 months now .........
I think I need to get out more :upset:
Quote by blonde
Who should I PM ? and what should I ask ?
Could only be you Blonde!
Just as a suggestion
who should I pm? - Me
Question - Are you free next week for a shag?
Just a suggestion!
Is that how it works ???
Well in a purely ideal world for a guy, absolutely.
God, naughty me, forgot my tact, meant to say please
Kicking myself now for forgetting my manners :doh:
:bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
hwoar:Eyes, definatly eyes.
As mentioned, I think you can tell so much from someones eyes.
Only once I have I gazed into someone's eyes and seen happiness, laughter, compassion, intrigue. But especially laughter, that ability to have spontaneous laughter for no apparent reason . Funnily enough, that was the only woman I ever fell in love with.
As mentioned, I think you can tell so much from someones eyes.
Only once I have I gazed into someone's eyes and seen happiness, laughter, compassion, intrigue. But especially laughter, that ability to have spontaneous laughter for no apparent reason . Funnily enough, that was the only woman I ever fell in love with.
Isn’t it amazing how many truths come out in this forum. Sort of stuff that you would never admit to anyone else, but does not seem a problem to mention it on SH to thousands of people.
Ok, so to my extended family (SH) the following was my joint worst drunken thing, there have been too many to mention here, but this ranks a joint first.
To set the scene I was on holiday with a good friend, both of us about 19. One night we went to a huge caravan type establishment, you know the sort, huge bar, huge dancefloor. Obviously on the look out for unattached women, we headed for the bar to look out over the dancefloor fingers crossed.
Well there didn’t seem to be anyone there under the age of 50 so we just continued to drink…. and drink…….. and drink ……….
Eventually completely sozzled the 50 yr old women were looking more and more attractive, so when “The Model†by Kraftwork came on – I thought – aha – time to impress the women, I need to strut my stuff on the dancefloor. Bearing in mind that, on a dancefloor, I look like the wibbly wobbly man wibblywobbling with 2 left feet I decided that it was essential to do the robot like dance (not sure if all you guys will remember that style).
Well there I was, for the whole song in my drunken stupor thinking I was god’s gift, parading around like Robbie The Robot. When the song eventually finished I realised that I was the only one on the dancefloor with 150 middle aged people looking on thinking “what the fuck was thatâ€.
The DJ made it even worse by not saying a word, honestly you could have heard a pin drop as I just stood there. After what seemed like an eternity a little old lady clapped and then winked at me, she could have been my great great grandmother.
Hands in pockets, head down, as I quietly left the dancefloor thinking bugger, I have sobered up
Ok, so to my extended family (SH) the following was my joint worst drunken thing, there have been too many to mention here, but this ranks a joint first.
To set the scene I was on holiday with a good friend, both of us about 19. One night we went to a huge caravan type establishment, you know the sort, huge bar, huge dancefloor. Obviously on the look out for unattached women, we headed for the bar to look out over the dancefloor fingers crossed.
Well there didn’t seem to be anyone there under the age of 50 so we just continued to drink…. and drink…….. and drink ……….
Eventually completely sozzled the 50 yr old women were looking more and more attractive, so when “The Model†by Kraftwork came on – I thought – aha – time to impress the women, I need to strut my stuff on the dancefloor. Bearing in mind that, on a dancefloor, I look like the wibbly wobbly man wibblywobbling with 2 left feet I decided that it was essential to do the robot like dance (not sure if all you guys will remember that style).
Well there I was, for the whole song in my drunken stupor thinking I was god’s gift, parading around like Robbie The Robot. When the song eventually finished I realised that I was the only one on the dancefloor with 150 middle aged people looking on thinking “what the fuck was thatâ€.
The DJ made it even worse by not saying a word, honestly you could have heard a pin drop as I just stood there. After what seemed like an eternity a little old lady clapped and then winked at me, she could have been my great great grandmother.
Hands in pockets, head down, as I quietly left the dancefloor thinking bugger, I have sobered up
A friend sent me the attached today, and probably just because of the way I am feeling right now, I thought it would be nice to share it with you all.
I realise it is probably doing the email rounds, so to those who have alreadyy seen it, i apologise.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the coffee...
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a infamous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things. Your family, your children, your faith, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions. Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter. Your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
I realise it is probably doing the email rounds, so to those who have alreadyy seen it, i apologise.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the coffee...
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a infamous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things. Your family, your children, your faith, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions. Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter. Your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
Finally got round to popping something in this thread.
First off, a huge thank you to Shireen & Steve for hosting and of course Voddy for doing such a sterling job in helping to organise.
Once again it was great to see some familiar faces and meet with new ones.
It was a fabulous evening, although I must be getting old, because I did start to feel the cold towards the end. Dawn, how you just had a t-shirt on all night god knows, although the view certainly warmed me a little.
The best thing for me about these things is finally being able to face to name, and actually to say hi in the real, rather than virtual world. I still get so surprised how my imagination of someone is so far from reality, obviously always positively.
The only thing I really regretted from the evening was not having a good heart to heart with Mr and Mrs DaveJ, only because I knew, if I got close enough I would be feeling Mrs DaveJ’s leg to ascertain if it was a hard or soft wood.
All in all a fabulous night, well attended by fabulous people.
Cheers guys
First off, a huge thank you to Shireen & Steve for hosting and of course Voddy for doing such a sterling job in helping to organise.
Once again it was great to see some familiar faces and meet with new ones.
It was a fabulous evening, although I must be getting old, because I did start to feel the cold towards the end. Dawn, how you just had a t-shirt on all night god knows, although the view certainly warmed me a little.
The best thing for me about these things is finally being able to face to name, and actually to say hi in the real, rather than virtual world. I still get so surprised how my imagination of someone is so far from reality, obviously always positively.
The only thing I really regretted from the evening was not having a good heart to heart with Mr and Mrs DaveJ, only because I knew, if I got close enough I would be feeling Mrs DaveJ’s leg to ascertain if it was a hard or soft wood.
All in all a fabulous night, well attended by fabulous people.
Cheers guys
Quote by vodka_babe22uk
awwwwww h and h
has a paddy sowwie you cant make it theres another one in a few weeks tho
mandolishi are you tarting young man lmao
And just who is this Mandolishi person - someone taking my name in vain?
RedHot
mmmmmmmmm
However I would probably flatten you!
HandH
Really sorry you guys can't make it, would have been great to catch up.
Quote by Happy Cats
BeBop Deluxe - I was really looking forward to seeing them, had a single at the time "Ships in the night" They were crap, the backing band, Doctors of Madness blew them off the stage
I would agree up to a point. One of the worst was a Be-Bop-Delux concert, but not for them. Unfortunately the backing band wasn't exactly a band, it was a poet. This went down so so well at Newcastle City Hall. He lasted about 10 minutes.
Be-Bop were just amazing.
Oh err - just realised that was about 25 years ago and I am still cringing.
The biggest dissapointment was, would you believe, Meat Loaf. It started superbly but Meat just ran out of puff and after a few songs just warbled.
