Penny Farthing

A few councils have tried this, the idea is that the binman can finish work around noon. Walk into his local boozer and stay there until about 4PM. Stagger home have a row with his missus as soon as she gets home from work and then fuck off to bed at about 7PM. It rarely works as most of them like snowdrop go straight to bed and get up about 6PM go to the boozer and then come back home about midnight for a couple of hours kip. They're still over the limit at 4AM and get pulled by coppers finishing a night turn and wanting a couple of hours overtime.

There is a housing project on an old gasworks site at Paignton that has now been on hold for about 10 years because of this contamination issue. It look like the issue might never be resolved.

The BBC's old principle used to be to "educate and Inform", somewhere along the way those principles were lost. Rather than observe and report they not only decided to run with the hounds, but to try to lead the pack and they have now been fucked over by a "national treasure".

What are your thoughts on the ViewRanger App Stubber's?

Possibly there might have been objections to the demolition of the coking site by people who had aspirations to at some point restart the mining of coal. The local MP is I think "The Beast of Bolsover" and he has been somewhat vocal on employment issues in the area and of the type of employers setting up in these employment parks (along with who they tend to employ). The likes of this "Sir Barry" do tend to be disconnected from the realities of life for the majority of people.

Shouldn't he face a penalty for that absurd haircut?

What's not to like If this @Boaby cunt rattles all you dyed-in-the-wool cunts.

Did you have fiery buffalo chicken one or is it late stage H.I.V.?

Clunk, click .. every trip!

He was actually chatting her up and telling her about his "executive" job at the council and made the fatal error of telling her that childcare services came under his remit.

I bet that you buy it by the bucket.

"Old cunt" to you lot meaning anyone aged more than 35.

You sure that Primrose is not Ding?

I've been photographing butterflies on the heath at Chudleigh Knighton so get fucked.

Best advice I can offer is to get off at Cheltenham, cross the footbridge and get a train back to Gloucester .. nothing good ever comes from a visit to Brum.

I am favouring the "you're" as being right in this case .. these are the wise words of the Great Pan'ker and normal rules of spelling and grammar do not apply.

I am with you on the dogs r-'les, filthy horrible things .. that's the owners .. the dogs are far worse.

Everything is turning to dust Pan'ker .. STARDUST.

Better together?

You have a very simplistic view.

No .. are you, and does it?

I have been a member of several clubs where there were no big wigs involved originally but then there was some little financial glitch that required "professional" help to sort and that is when the big wig gets his/her fingers in the pie.

The problem is that they let the big wigs in, in the first place. A lot of football cubs have gone the same way, once they were "clubs" now they are PLCs. Simply that the money men saw their chance and pushed the original committee out regardless. The same thing happened to building societies that became banks and mutual insurance funds that became insurance companies. The members had n real choice and were offered a bribe that they could not refuse. The EU is like that, the people have no real influence. Panzer you say that you are "disabled" .. being moderately disabled was bearable here until less than 10 years ago then in came a new government who made disability an offence and used the disabled as a scapegoat. I give you five years before the same thing is happening in the ROI .. no running through Phoenix Park then .. if you can wave a finger or toe you can work .. no matter that there are no jobs anyway. That is what the new truth will be.

The EU is a lot like that social club that you mum and dad joined 40 odd years ago. They played whist and dominoes and they had a bowling green and a telly in the corner of the snug and you could buy cheap beer. Later some big wigs joined the committee and after a while bought a plot of land nearby and laid out a golf course. After a while the big wigs on the committee built a new clubhouse on the golf course and sold the social club and bowling green to a house builders. By then all the locals had stopped going to the social club anyway because of the big wigs and instead sat at home watching the telly because there was nowhere for them to go.

All animals are equal.