Really I’m more likely to be perchin’ on a witch’s shoulder pointin’ out self-righteous people they’ve missed.
yardarm
onnan misty day
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Now that is a kindness wee birdie
The self-righteous ought to be burned
Slowly so they really feel the flames of their afterlife!
It always intrigued me how the folk who were so holy and professed to live blameless lives knew so much about sin
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Looking on the bright side, they have to continue to be them for the rest of their lives.
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Snigger - they must be totally miserable!
Bacon buttie?
Or sossige buttie?
I managed to corral some cold sossiges from the wild herds roaming the Burren
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[swoooooopity]
[happy peckity]
Usually the only way to get a cold sossinge is to cook it far away from me…
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How do you cook cold sossiges is another of life’s mysteries?
I once had a colleague who sneered at my lunchbox which contained cold sossige butties thusly
“You don’t half eat some shite!”
The poor child thought his kebab and chips more nourishing…
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Mind you nuffink wrong wivvan good kebab ‘n’ chips neither…
[drifts off on small pink cloud of reminiscence]
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The operative word there is GOOD young sparrer
3.30am after the drunks have gone home and the shop is shutting is not when you get GOOD kebabs
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Oh I dunno.
There was a Chinese that Feral (on night shifts) would visit five minutes before closing time to order the House Special Rice which was everything they would otherwise have to throw away before the next time they opened…
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And Feral survived?
What a constitution!
The worst I came across was a chinese on the dockside frequented by sailors and ladies of the night
I was trying to separate two ladies who were fighting asnd had fallen into the kitchen…
The meeces were happily roaming around in herds (what is the collective noun for mice?) all over food left prepped and ready to cook/serve
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Locates bucket…
The fish & chip shop wiv the best Haddock sells locally made pies, & their kebabs are advertised as 95% meat…
Carinthia.xx
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This was in North Finchley so the most you’d get was ladies of the early evening who probably needed to be in bed by nine home by nine.
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A Mischief.
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Ooo that fits nicely with mice
Thank you Gus
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A disembowelment of mice … if our Timmy has anything to do with it …
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Great. No water.
Big hole at the bottom of the road with lots of high-vis-clad chaps staring gloomily into the bubbling depths.
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I hope you had a full kettle, so that you can at least have tea.
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I shall wave the photograph of the tiny tin of tonic helpfully in your direction.
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I did not. But at least it happened after I had washed my hair, rather than during
Thank you, dear Dunnock. Always such a comfort.
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Any water yet, Dahlink?
Bluddy awful situation for you.
Much further down this avenue there is an huge pothole, which would swallow a small child, & that was running with water.
It froze for severial days, & is now running again…
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
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