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Category Archives: True stories
The Year of the…..WHAT??!!
Germany being Germany (and a country where prostitution is legal) you end up with some strange stories. This friend of mine lives in a village and his next door neighbour is a hooker. Fairly common knowledge in the road and … Continue reading →
Posterolateral myocardial WHAT…..?
This friend of mine – as my mate Houghton is wont to say – has been having trouble with his ticker. Occasionally got sudden chest pains that extended to his arm, shoulder-blade and neck. Looked it up on the interwebs … Continue reading →
This is not a music collection…..
Years ago, I flew to Miami on Lauda Air* next to a guy called Fritz Egner who had a TV program on the national networks. (Called “Dingsda” – Thingamabob and they got really young kids to explain a word … Continue reading →
And Australia won…..
On the 9th of August, 1796, a cricket match was played by eleven Greenwich pensioners with one leg, against eleven with one arm, for one thousand guineas, at the new cricket ground, Montpelier gardens, Walworth. At nine o’clock the men … Continue reading →
Signing off
Appears that the official signer was a tad challenged in his skill set. Someone wrote: This is obviously bad and shocking and terrible, but hilarious in its complete crap-ness. Maybe he was doing it in dialect? Or txting, even
Back to the drawing board….
Oh. It appears that the speed was..er.. terminal…
But you seem so NICE……
An English friend (retired electrical engineer) tells the story of working with a client in Texas in the 1980s. He was based there for quite a while and getting on well with the guys he was working to the extent … Continue reading →
“I was wondering….”
This is a true story. My uncle told me, so it must be true. He was sitting in a commuter train to London opposite a female punk with a technicoloured spiky Mohawk hairdo. It’s not the sort of thing you … Continue reading →
Time flies an arrow…
…fruit flies like a banana Driving behind a battered old van on the winding road up to Gordes this afternoon. Absolutely crawling along ….40….up to 50…down to 35. On the straight bits. Parked next to him on the square and … Continue reading →
Oh, bloody hell…..
Cousin Ruth’s not taking her pills again….

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