it would be these very isolated allotmenteers that have brought the Shed-breeders of today into such disrepute.
I take my hat to you Mrj for your tenacity and honesty in carrying on with the top-end of the breeds, and diversity towards the Skipscraprickityshack. Not an easy decission I'm sure for one with such high standards as your own. But of course this diversity does keep a strong rogue bloodline in the basic stock.
Good work sir!
And you do well to steer clear of the Lesser Spotted Creosote... and the dangers associated.
I knew of someone with dubious business practice in this area who persisted with supplying for the undergroud shed-fighting market in London (the swine). As you may imagine, SW London does not have the best Garden Pen & Free Range 10 Pole Breeding Regulation arrangements... and this fellows practice, along with others of dubious character has led to fears of another outbreak of New Varient Rickey-Knot Bi-Creostosis. (muchlike the 1947 scare when breeder were merely trying their best in frugal times in the wake of the War, and mass-build of the pre-fab. Though of course Breeders were unaware in those dreadfull years).
Good Luck to you Sir.
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I've got Pent or Apex, Shiplap or Featheredge, all of which are pedigree sheds breed from the finest stock,
Shiplap or Featheredge??? Good grief Dave, are you having a larf?? They sound right Namby Pamby
I can vision poor David trying to impress the family by announcing he's got a new "Featheredge" oooerrr :? :? :?Might as well go all out and send the poor sod out for a walk with a new dog as well, one of them ones that shake cos they've got no hair apart from the tuft caught in a pink bow on the top of it's head :?
Make him yell "come on Cupcake SprinkleTops, here!", when out walking and trying to retrieve the thing from the jaws of the local rotweiller that thinks it's a squeaky toy :?
Davids one of them manly men type people :hunk: He'll look plain daft with a "Featheredge" - providing he can get in it cos youngest daughter no doubt would've set up her dollies and teaset containing squash, ready for David and Cupcake Sprinkletops to return from walkies and be forced to join the Chez Featheredge (by now accessorised, with new minature Laura Ashley tie back curtains) party :shock:
After reading LPs war history - I'm inclined to go back to the roots of pre-wardays. When the invention of the aeroplane kind of made Pirates Black and Blue beards not very trendy and so they ditched the very hip wooden legs (compulsory in them days if you wanted to look like a proper pirate was to chop your leg off below one knee and use a more hardy wooden leg) and black/blue beard dye.
Excluding Douglas Bader of course, who unfortunately caught on to the Pirate trend rather late, bit too late, lost the wrong leg and ended up with what he thought was a very trendy double leg thing. Luckily he managed to pull back from this whoopsie, and I believe he even managed to fly one of the new uber trendy plane contraptions
So I'm on the side of David getting hold of a load of these redundant pirate legs and building his own shed if he can't get something more manly than a bluddy Featheredge :? Surely it can be done?
Step it up Dave, you must have something else my David can put his tool in :cool: :hunk:
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Excluding Douglas Bader of course, who unfortunately caught on to the Pirate trend rather late, bit too late, lost the wrong leg and ended up with what he thought was a very trendy double leg thing. Luckily he managed to pull back from this whoopsie, and I believe he even managed to fly one of the new uber trendy plane contraptions
He was also a man ahead of his time bringing to the public the robotic dance moves incorporated into the street dance scene of today, had body popping and you tube been around way back then I'm sure it would have caught on earlier, anyways I digress.....
The New Varient Rickey-Knot Bi-Creostosis scare of 1947 that LP refers to was a close call for the nation only avoided by government intervention which included the isolation of affected areas and the eradication of entire shed herds by demolition and burning in pits. This action stopped the spread of the disease by airbourne spours, but rendered the land unusable for centuries to come, other than for ugly concrete structures such as skate board parks and Milton Keynes.
As for where your David can put his tool I can suggest he indeed builds his own, alternatively there's a in Holland where a lad has done a valient job for a number of years and deserves a break, just ensure your instructions are very clear as to which least he makes an understandable mistake.
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Dave, I remember the New Varient Rickey-Knot Bi-Creostosis scare only too well. Might have been 1947 down your way, what with the general London Orbital area being the centre of the known universe, and first to have nearly everything ever and what have you, but it fortunately took several decades to make it's way out to us in the provinces.
The council thought it would be a good idea to de-shed the area with airborn sprayings of dry-rot and other funghi, and sent in woodworm commandos who would spend days lying in wait deep in the undegrowth, cunningly camouflaged with bits of fern and what have you, before leaping up onto the poor buggers at unawares. The sight of swollen worm-infested poisoned sheds lumbering their way towards us from the allotments near the slag heaps is something I shall never forget!
Of course, some of the locals took matters into their own hands, and laid cruel and vicious shed-traps in the undergrowth. Many a morning we'd take the dogs out for a run, and would find ourselves having to put the poor buggers out of their misery. Hacking woodlap to bits with the carving knife used for the Sunday roast is not something I'd like to do again in a hurry, but fortunately, those days are behind us once and for all.
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The council thought it would be a good idea to de-shed the area with airborn sprayings of dry-rot and other funghi, and sent in woodworm commandos who would spend days lying in wait deep in the undegrowth, cunningly camouflaged with bits of fern and what have you, before leaping up onto the poor buggers at unawares. The sight of swollen worm-infested poisoned sheds lumbering their way towards us from the allotments near the slag heaps is something I shall never forget!
Of course, some of the locals took matters into their own hands, and laid cruel and vicious shed-traps in the undergrowth. Many a morning we'd take the dogs out for a run, and would find ourselves having to put the poor buggers out of their misery. Hacking woodlap to bits with the carving knife used for the Sunday roast is not something I'd like to do again in a hurry, but fortunately, those days are behind us once and for all.
N x x x ;)