Malcolm Robinson

I only believe half of what I see these days foxy and nothing of what I hear!

I'm off to Ziggie's Den of Iniquity for a Pangalactic Gargle Blaster never mind your sloe gin and elderflower wines!

http://www.worldometers.info/

bedsathome birthday yesterday, he hasn't been on for a while neither. Pete might have succumbed to too many Guinness's .........

Would make a decent Tesco Express then they could give us the Town Centre site back and we could develop that.

Neither..............Italian Restaurant.

Love rivals, shotguns, its like the wild west. http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/gunned-down-cambois-man-gavin-6078907#.UkIccFxtdq0.facebook

I bow to superior knowledge and I fully concur!

Eggy, Speaking of methane, I think if we tried to stop cows farting we would have more effect that most if not all current 'environmental' legislation!

Easier to Google!

Possibly..........Polystichum Munitum?

Course only one has a job now!

And that's nowt like a little light reading...........boom boom.

Just something to challenge current populist beliefs: http://www.see.ed.ac.uk/~shs/Climate%20change/Climate%20model%20results/over%20estimate.pdf

Why can't I get the b in brackets? GGGG

Another Euroland Directive........... We are just about to be banned from ridiculing our political elite and any other mendacious group such as our Banking friends by a new European Law. Titled, "A EUROPEAN FRAMEWORK NATIONAL STATUTE FOR THE PROMOTION OF TOLERANCE” it purports the following: Section 1. Definitions For the purposes of this Statute: (a) "Group" means: a number of people joined by racial or cultural roots, ethnic origin or descent, religious affiliation or linguistic links, gender identity or sexual orientation, or any other characteristics of a similar nature. ( "Group libel" means: defamatory comments made in public and aimed against a group as defined in paragraph (a) – or members thereof – with a view to inciting to violence, slandering the group, holding it to ridicule or subjecting it to false charges. Is this the end to political satire?

Just for GGG, http://newsthump.com/2013/09/21/sluts-furious-at-ukip-member-comparison/

No Vic but this is: The Spirit of Bedlington. Bedlington's just about a dog, It's quite often been said, If that's what you believe Gi'yoursel a smack on the head. Steeped in history and culture and grime and true grit, the Bedlington folk would call you a great….twit. Back in the annals of time forged out of great sweat The town now standing owes no one a debt. Back where it began no one is quite sure, But it must have been olden and really secure. The Town first written about thanks to St Cuthbert the monk, his mates, at rest, the Danes and Normans, to debunk. For long times later under Durham was placed So the Town was not Northumberland based? A great Hall for the privileged and Bishop to use, A court building too for assizes to muse, King John himself liked to stay in the Town, Not sure he was welcomed, without so much as a frown, These must have meant that the Town was of import, lucky to live here, not a place of last resort. The people around for their daily bread did need, The Bishops mill on the river to grind out their feed. When this mill went idle another came through To power the Iron Works and give work to the crew. At first the jobs were all for some nailers But soon they became world famous railroad railers. Built on coal and iron in times more recent, The folks hereabouts living lives really decent. Birkenshaw, Longridge and Gooch to name but few all men of good grace bound up with Bedlington hereto. The sign above the Works for the Bedlington Nailer "We live by fire and water and iron and God's favour.” Soon changed to make the Iron horses so new Running on the rails which were Birkenshaw's breakthrough. Soon coal was the king and many a pit Sunk into the earth thought never to quit. The town now had jobs but never was clean Its bikini line never to be seen. The Auld Pit came first and then came the Winnin, Next off the blocks came Cambois but for swimming. Thousands of miners digging out the black gold The pennies they earned to keep their household. Our dogs must now make their timely debut, No yapping or casting and certainly not blue. Bred from Old Flint up country they came But it's Bedlington where they found their great fame. The Town and its history so long in the past Its role in the county so obviously miscast. More history than others of similar scope A resurgence of pride we all but do hope. The people who lived here for such a long time Now mingle with others just in their prime. New houses and buildings bring people by the flock The problem is now, development gridlock. No thought has been put into what folks might do So the money they can spend locally now just says adieu. To the shiny cathedrals of metal and glass Leaving our local traders to feel second class. It's the pressures of life this modern were told But its our local shops we see having to fold. Change will come when it is least expected All standing together, no interest more vested. A proud people and Town of once in the past No longer just subject to verbal bombast.

This might be the best section for this............. I remember the cheese of my childhood, And the bread that we cut with a knife, When the children helped with the housework, And the men went to work not the wife. The cheese never needed a fridge, And the bread was so crusty and hot, The children were seldom unhappy And the wife was content with her lot. I remember the milk from the bottle, With the yummy cream on the top, Our dinner came hot from the oven, And not from the fridge; in the shop. The kids were a lot more contented, They didn't need money for kicks, Just a game with their mates in the road, And sometimes the Saturday flicks. I remember the shop on the corner, Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic? Or is it....I'm just getting old? I remember the 'loo' was the lav, And the bogy man came in the night, It wasn't the least bit funny Going "out back" with no light. The interesting items we perused, From the newspapers cut into squares And hung on a peg in the loo, It took little to keep us amused. The clothes were boiled in the copper, With plenty of rich foamy suds But the ironing seemed never ending As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'. I remember the slap on my backside, And the taste of soap if I swore Anorexia and diets weren't heard of And we hadn't much choice what we wore. Do you think that bruised our ego? Or our initiative was destroyed? We ate what was put on the table And I think life was better enjoyed.

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The bogeyman isn't coming to get us we are running towards his open claws and paying for the privilege! Just where will hold all this info............ah yes American servers. Run a DNA search Danno and include the Redcoats!

Brilliant comic.............. http://celebrity.uk.msn.com/features/billy-connolly-has-surgery-for-prostate-cancer#scpshrjwfbs

Happy birthday Dajazer..........

Party at Keefy's house then it looks like, roll on next summer!!!!!!!!!!

My favourite quote by Rene.............