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Of course if Ming The Merciless was behind all this they’d definitely tell us, wouldn’t they? 😉
Retired #Telecommunications Engineer. #Travels about. Takes #photos. Likes #railways. Likes #history. Likes old #buildings. Likes old #tech. Likes #beer. Doesn’t like Tories.
Of course if Ming The Merciless was behind all this they’d definitely tell us, wouldn’t they? 😉
This has to be a wind-up? #sorrynotsorry
It’s OK so long as the plastic isn’t PTFE otherwise your hand will keep slipping off the end…
Let’s face it, it’s unlikely to be the only massive cock in Wales.
It was the label on the underside which read “MFI” that first aroused their suspicions 🙂
Simple, servants 🙂
I think it’s the block of flats that’s Art Deco rather than the interior of that particular one, which is as you say more Louis Quatorze. If he’d been from Essex.
They complained that the original set of photos were all in portrait mode. This was the corrected set 🙂
There’s something wrong with that list. It doesn’t contain the phrase “Egg Banjo” 🙂
And that, despite what the ‘merkins might tell you, is essential for a sandwich. There’s no such thing as an open sandwich. That’s just stuff on a bit of bread.
That’s about £206,000. That wouldn’t buy you my 2 bedroom 1 bathroom mid-terrace house here. And by wouldn’t buy I mean you’d be around £100k short. Different fucking worlds.
Same here 😀
I’m betting you don’t live in Turnham Green, or anywhere close 🙂
I’m assuming the cupboard next to the shower contains the khazi, with the throne facing the shower. You’d be able to sit, at a suitable straining angle but unless you’re short standing for a piss is going to be a problem. I guess the washing machine is in a communal area somewhere in the building.
Many people in that part of the world retain the ability, largely lost in the “west”, to squat with their feet flat on the floor. That reduces the strain on the knees/leg muscles while “straining “ 🙂
Thereby tieing you to your ISP forever unless you were willing and able to keep changing your email address.
Never. Use. Your. ISP’s Included. Email. Service.
Telecoms engineer. The management. Forty-three years, two months and nineteen days. 😀
Settled Travellers, got to be. Or winter quarters.
That thought is the only thing putting me off 🙂
I guess this isn’t the same duck: A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham sandwich. The landlord looks at him and says, “But you’re a duck!” “Your eyes work”, replies the duck, wryly. “And you talk!” exclaims the landlord. “And your ears”, says the duck. “Now can I have my beer and my sandwich please?”. “Certainly”, says the landlord, “sorry about that… it’s just we don’t get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?”. “I’m working on the building site across the road”, explains the duck. The landlord watches, astounded, as the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves. The duck visits regularly for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town. The owner of the circus comes into the pub and the landlord says to him, “You’re with the circus aren’t you?, I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus - he talks, drinks beer and everything!”. “Sounds marvelous”, says the owner, “get him to give me a call”. So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the landlord says, “Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money!”. “Yeah?”, says the duck, “Sounds great, where is it?”. “At the circus”, says the landlord. “The circus?”, the duck inquires, a bit bemused. “That’s right”, replies the landlord. “What, the place with the big tent?. Big canvas roof, hole in the middle, canvas walls, animals in cages?”, asks the duck. “That’s right!”, says the landlord. The duck looks confused. “What the fuck would they want with a plasterer?”