Quote: Oldrocker @ June 16 2012, 5:21 PM BST111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
I love that one.
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Quote: lofthouse @ June 16 2012, 5:45 PM BSTNahthat's an urban myth
That's why I was laughing. Ducks are the echoiest of all the creatures, that's why you usually hear 'quack quack'- truth is, they've only quacked once.
Don't call ducks lazy!
My farts don't produce an echo
Just an horifically eye wateringly pungent stench
I know cos I've done tests
Was one of them on the Tokyo subway?
Quote: AJGO @ June 16 2012, 5:42 PM BST
Yeah, what was up with that year? Did it actually happen?
It was the year when Keewik & I met in a hotel in Manchester.
The last thing I Googled is, apparently, 'Dead Boss Images'. I might just delete that. Looks dodgy.
Quote: billwill @ June 16 2012, 8:38 PM BSTIt was the year when Keewik & I met in a motel in Manchester.
I was working as a handy man, it was cold so I wore a woolly hat.
Everyone called me Benny.
I was at a cross roads in my life.
Reminds me of a TV show I used to watch.
Quote: sootyj @ June 16 2012, 9:50 PM BSTReminds me of a TV show I used to watch.
Edit a posting as much as that and it can remind you of any other thing whatsoever.
Besides the real thing was much more exciting than CrossRoads, for a start I broke a car engine in my haste to get to Manchester and was towed there on a trailer by the RAC, arriving at my hotel at 1:20 am the next day. Then following our pub meet later, we went on a tour of the Village and got thrown out of several gay pubs there. Then I followed that by renting a car and going to a a lonely house in a forest, then a funeral and finally back to Manchester to consign my old Ford to the scrap heap.
The world is a paint pallete and I am a brush.
And you dear Bill you are both my muse and my canvas.
Quote: sootyj @ June 16 2012, 10:29 PM BSTThe world is a paint pallete and I am a brush.
And you dear Bill you are both my muse and my canvas.
See the extra edited stuff I put in the above message.
[quote name="billwill" post="884896" date="June 16 2012, 10:26 PM BST"]Edit a posting as much as that and it can remind you of any other thing whatsoever.
Besides the real thing was much more exciting than CrossRoads, for a start I broke a car engine in my haste to get to Manchester and was towed there on a trailer by the RAC, arriving at my hotel at 1:20 am the next day. Then following our pub meet later, we went on a tour of the Village and got thrown out of several gay pubs there but not all. I woke up with no memory of what had gone on the night before. All I had was a receipt from Marc Almond for a stomach pump.
Infamy!
Hah. I was a youngster of only 65 back then.
I've just seen a fly hitch a ride on a bee. 
Da Butt I have been listening to Clive James on the radio= think He is brilliant, He mentioned Australia as wonderful (of course) but also said 'folk from remote and huge areas are very interesting-like TEXAS!'... perhaps I'm underestimating the phenominan of Dabutt?