>And this will make me shun the Demon Drink?

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>Not that I know anything about fashion, of course…

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…but this is bloody silly.

Probably reduced in price “from the outrageous to the merely ridiculous”, as my mate Bill Lelie would say.

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>So I can do what exactly….?

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Can’t play football.

Not allowed to wear a helmet.

Have to be at least 12 years old.

Or maybe you can’t be more than 12 years old…

Who knows?

No drinking, that’s for sure.

Piss poor if you’re a dog, too.

And even DREAM of turning up on a bike…..

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>Having a whale of a time….

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>I always thought….

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…that carpet was spelt with a “T”

But maybe it’s just a foot ma, then

So that’s OK …..

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>Why is it that the adjective for iron…

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is ferrous?

(As in the “Ferrous wheel” t-shirt from ThinkGeek.com)

And not Ironic.

(As in “Jagged Little Pill” from Alanis Morisette)

The t-shirt’s pre-ironed, by the way….

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>At least Dick Turpin wore a mask…

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Talk about highway robbery.
The price of petrol/gas shot up from €1.17/litre on Monday (April 20) to €1.26 today (April 23).
Given that €0.80 of that are fixed taxes, price variability can only happen in the area above that treshhold.
So even if it LOOKS as if petrol’s only gone up by 7.7% at the pump, it actually reflects an increase of 24% somewhere along the line.
The price of Brent Crude skyrocketed? Nooo, actually dropped by 6%. 
€:$ exchange rate gone haywire?
 
Nooo, only about 2% upward movement in the last week.
Must mean we’re being scammed by the oil multis
Again.
Not that I’m for the collective ownership and administration of the means of production and control of the distribution of goods – that would be socialism -, but someone has to get these bastards under control….
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>Eh? reloaded

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I was out playing golf with a couple of mates the other day.

We’re all a bit audibly challenged – seems to be part of the Old Fart plan that we all appear to have subscribed to –  so the conversation went something like this…

Bruce says ‘Windy, isn’t it?’

‘No,’ says Steve, ‘it’s Thursday.’

I’m supposed to have said ‘So am I… Let’s have a beer.’

Typical…..

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>Fresh vs. Canned

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Duff mix compared with the canned version, but where else do you get the swagger, the arrogance, the sheer spit-in-your-face, fuck-you aggression…?

The Shock of the Lightning – Oasis – The Electric Proms 2008 vs Dig out your soul

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>My kind of doormat

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I actually wanted one that said “Piss Off”, but I was forbidden to buy it.

I got my own back, though.

I mowed an appropriately vulgar message to the world on a bit of the farm that Management rarely visits.

You’ll be able to read it on Google Earth when their satellite passes our way again.

Not quite sure how I can explain away frequent visits on the Ferguson to remote bits of pasture, though…

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