On 20 Aug 2006 19:14:01 -0500, CheekyChops <bustinur@chops.com> wrote:
>On Sun, 20 Aug 2006 23:23:57 GMT, MessaFloppies <no-fixed@address.net>
>wrote:
>
>>On 20 Aug 2006 15:12:02 -0500, Yenc@power-post.org(CC) (Yenc-PP-A&A)
>>wrote:
>>
>>>
>>>Sorry that you missed it, but is this one close??
>>
>>You absolute rotter.LOL.
>>
>>Where have you been hiding this?
>
>I got it from Merlin, where else. Saw him in Shrewesbury and he plied
>me with videos after of course I plied him with Drink. (Gallons of the
>stuff)
Shrewsbury! Cor, Blimey! How do you know this old Tudor market town,
still with its ancient timber-framed manor houses. Aye, lad. That's
proper Shropshire farming country. I was for several years a schoolie
kid in those parts & my first driving experience was on a tractor,
which I drove over hill & dale, even out onto the King's Highway, &
with gay abandon, unlicensed as I was. But the Shropshire Constabulary
in those days didn't have cars, & so the police, all three of them,
did their rounds on push-bikes, while me & gay abandon....oh lummey,
wot larks us had. LOL.
So the poachers carried on poaching, & we untutored apple-scrumping
tear-aways carried on scrumping & it was only the fat & clumsy ones
who got caught, & then all you got was a clip round the ear, & that
was the long-and-short of it. No criminal records, no ankle-tagging,
no being assigned to some Social Worker's case-load... just a clip
round the lug-hole. LOL. And we all grew up & became Bank Managers, &
Vicars, & Town Clerks, Magistrates even, LOL, & none of us the worse
for wear....& no counselling either....but then we would have laughed
at the very idea of counselling, having spent half our early life in
bomb shelters. .. Oh the pampered punks of today!.
Course if you were really, really bad, like if you took pot-shots at
the Royal Deer with yer bow-'n-arrer you could end up in them days on
a slow boat to Australia or the Americas to join all them other
convicts out there...Now how the hell did I get round to this I'd like
to know cos it ain't got nowt to do with that spiffing video as wot
you pulled out from under yer bed like.
>>
>>Yes, this is the very one. It was on BBC ONE,Songs of Praise this
>>evening, though I see it was originally recorded by them in 2005. How
>>did a Colonial breakaway across the Pond get hold of it?
>
>Please see above, and estimate the cost of about 6 gallons of mead. I
>have a pocket full of quid to refill.
>>
>>By the way, you missed a remark I made few days back about 3 failed
>>attempts to respond to you in your own thread. Then YN pointed out it
>>was probably because you put in your bloody header "Follow-up To:
>>Nowhere.
>
>No shit? well, I shall have to attempt to find out how that has
>happened and rectify it. You are correct, I did miss the comment,
>perhaps in a drunken stupor I changed the settings somehow.
>>
>>I removed the "Nowhere" from your headers & it worked, as I have just
>>done now.
>
>Dam greatful for that Lad, Love hearin from ye.
>>
>>Any rate, thanks a thousandfold for posting this gorgeous gem. I love
>>it. Graphically (Pictorially) I think it's their best yet.
>
>Perhaps I shall have a go over on my Libera videos and list them for
>ye. And ye for me, and then we both shall have them all.:)
Well, I meant to read the rest of wot you rote & answer it
accordingly, but it's all gone blurry before my eyes, & this wine is
good & hell'z are a-poppin, & while I appear to have found my way into
Smeagol I'm not too sure I can find my way out again unaided........
So....oh, well, that;s it then.......goo'night, me ol' gossip!
Mephs, or whatever.
>See ya, and thanks for the "nowhere" tip.
>
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