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Post by patred on Sept 21, 2011 9:28:10 GMT
Morning you buckets of loveliness. My essay on Pelvic Inflammatory Disease for an open book exam is slowly but grimly going forward. Trust Pat to start putting up horse pr0n. No wonder the Blue Few think we have an equine fetish. (Phwoooar though, eh?!) More writing n reading n that, then off to buy some ingredients for a nice dinner. Lamb envelopes with fresh veg I think. I tend to skip over my interests in horse Riding, driving and breeding for that reason..my life wouldn't be worth squat if I revealed my interest on TUI
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Post by The Rover on Sept 21, 2011 9:38:50 GMT
Bet you get to meet some nice totty though. What is it about women on horses?
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Post by Mandochris on Sept 21, 2011 9:45:32 GMT
I tend to skip over my interests in horse Riding, driving and breeding for that reason..my life wouldn't be worth squat if I revealed my interest on TUI They stalk this place, don't you know?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2011 10:10:54 GMT
G'day Everybody Peeps
Sussex(E) is grey n'drab. I have apples that I need to go and pick and deliver to the juicing/bottling plant but it's too wet. Hopefully this weekend will be suitable.
When I read that Channers saw the sea at Milford I thought, 'Blimey, this global warming must be real!' before I realised that he was talking about the one On-Sea rather than the one near where I grew up in Surrey. It's the same when people talk about Compton as there is also one of those near Godalming.
When in France I tend to avoid some of the more exotic fare on the butchers slab or in the supermarket ..... basically they can shove their offal right up their tuyau. I pass by the brains, tongues and assorted body organs in their shrink-wrapped glory only stopping when I get to a nice piece of veal or beef.
More tea needed. Things to do. Have a good day, y'all
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Post by Mandochris on Sept 21, 2011 10:17:05 GMT
The French national slogan: If it moves, eat it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2011 10:23:03 GMT
The French national slogan: If it moves, eat it. ....and, if it doesn't, shag it. It seems to suit them quite well.
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Post by The Rover on Sept 21, 2011 10:30:27 GMT
The French national slogan: If it moves, eat it. ....and, if it doesn't, shag it. It seems to suit them quite well. Which category do they put English lamb into I wonder?
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Post by Furry Frank The Combat Wombat on Sept 21, 2011 11:23:27 GMT
The French national slogan: If it moves, eat it. ....and, if it doesn't, shag it. It seems to suit them quite well. That seems to be Pat's slogan as well, what with his penchant for breeding with horses!!! I agree, there are some nasty parts of the animal best avoided, but La Trotte D'Or specialised in trotters (pigs, not Del), and I can certainly recommend their fayre.
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Post by Mandochris on Sept 21, 2011 11:24:52 GMT
....and, if it doesn't, shag it. It seems to suit them quite well. Which category do they put English lamb into I wonder? IF it's English, burn it. It's their revenge for Joan of Arc, although the conveniently forget that she was captured, tried and sentenced by the French, who handed her to the English for execution.
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Post by Mandochris on Sept 21, 2011 12:22:46 GMT
There is an advantage to ferrying kids to their various activities. Some of the Mum's picking their littlle ones up from dancing before lunch were rather nice.
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Post by Batts on Sept 21, 2011 13:17:36 GMT
G'day Everybody Peeps Sussex(E) is grey n'drab. I have apples that I need to go and pick and deliver to the juicing/bottling plant but it's too wet. Hopefully this weekend will be suitable. When I read that Channers saw the sea at Milford I thought, 'Blimey, this global warming must be real!' before I realised that he was talking about the one On-Sea rather than the one near where I grew up in Surrey. It's the same when people talk about Compton as there is also one of those near Godalming. When in France I tend to avoid some of the more exotic fare on the butchers slab or in the supermarket ..... basically they can shove their offal right up their tuyau. I pass by the brains, tongues and assorted body organs in their shrink-wrapped glory only stopping when I get to a nice piece of veal or beef. More tea needed. Things to do. Have a good day, y'all You mean the Milford where Batts lives, Baz? (well, Eashing, but it amounts to the same thing).
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2011 14:06:52 GMT
G'day Everybody Peeps Sussex(E) is grey n'drab. I have apples that I need to go and pick and deliver to the juicing/bottling plant but it's too wet. Hopefully this weekend will be suitable. When I read that Channers saw the sea at Milford I thought, 'Blimey, this global warming must be real!' before I realised that he was talking about the one On-Sea rather than the one near where I grew up in Surrey. It's the same when people talk about Compton as there is also one of those near Godalming. When in France I tend to avoid some of the more exotic fare on the butchers slab or in the supermarket ..... basically they can shove their offal right up their tuyau. I pass by the brains, tongues and assorted body organs in their shrink-wrapped glory only stopping when I get to a nice piece of veal or beef. More tea needed. Things to do. Have a good day, y'all You mean the Milford where Batts lives, Baz? (well, Eashing, but it amounts to the same thing). My Mum and Dad lived in (Lower) Eashing for a while, before I was born. I used to drink in The Stag as a youth. I think Eashing must have grown a little if you live next door to Hurtmore GC. I'll go take a look on Google Earth to see what it's like now.
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Post by Batts on Sept 21, 2011 17:47:24 GMT
I'm not far from the Stag; about 200 yards or so across fields. My Sky Caddie tells me I am 1700 yards from the 16th green at Hurtmore :-).
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