Quote: Stephen Goodlad @ 8th March 2025, 7:00 AMOr he? (Royle Family}
Or even "it" (Isle of Wight Donkey Sanctuary - where they also house Blakey & Olive).
But, no. In this case it was the new motion picture of that name at the local picturehouse.
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Kitchen TV remote was dropped in a sink full of hot water.
Dead as disco.
I tried a few tv remote apps on my phone. The only one that worked wanted £6 per month to get rid of ad's.
You had to watch 4 ads before you could even turn the tv on.
Ebay: brand new original remote £9. It's on its way.
What is Comedy Blaps?
Quote: Chappers @ 10th March 2025, 3:13 PMWhat is Comedy Blaps?
❓Corruption of Bloody Hell‼️and you know what.................
For two weeks now there has been a Nightingale sitting atop one of the chimneys of a house across the road, singing to his hearts content from dawn for an hour or so - wonderful!
And so much better than the screeching squawking seagulls!! Grrrrr!! That goes for the bleedin' pigeons too, that just go on and on and on with their coo, coo, coo.......ad nauseum 😠
Coo coo cachoo .....
Where's my shotgun - that f**king Alvin is out there again on the garden fence
I have one in the early morning that sounds like a science-fiction laser gun.
Zap zap peow.
I have never seen it and it must be a migrating bird as I only hear it in spring/summer.
Starlings copy noises like phones and beeps, maybe it's copying a kid's gun? Although I don't think they migrate.
It really might be a mimic bird of some sort because it sounds electronic.
Much like the crow in the local cemetery that I taught to wolf whistle.
It now wolf whistles during funerals.
Bleedin' Hell, we've got an erstwhile Percy Edwards on the forum
Quote: Chappers @ 22nd March 2025, 4:09 PMCoo coo cachoo .....
😆 Amazing coincidence, he was on Wheeltappers and Shunters this week, and I have to say was quite good,and sang that song!
The crow in question used to follow me through the cemetery because I occasionally threw Chinese chips (from the night before) for him and his mates.
When I didn't have any, he would 'caw at me so I used to caw back. When I did, he tilted his head, listening.
So I wolf-whistled at him and his head tilted at every whistle.
Eventually, he whistled whenever he saw me from the tops of the trees.
I walk through there regularly as the far gate leads to the open countryside where I walk my dog.
And one day, there was a big funeral going on, hundreds of people and a black glass carriage with 2 black horses with feather plumes on their heads.
It was silent as the people followed the carriage to the deceased's final resting place.
From up high came the wolf whistles causing the mourners to give sideways looks at each other.
Who knows what they were thinking but I'd bet they didn't think he was whistling for Chinese chips.
This one's for you Mr. Michael Monkhouse.
https://www.sadlerswells.com/digital-stage/how-did-we-get-here/
Right Said Fred blocked me.