Be Excellent To Each Other

I've been close a couple of times...

Word, bro.

I'm constantly annoyed* by the fact that a couple of generations back my wife's family owned a good-sized chunk of Gloucester, but the money went down a different branch of the family (to the male sibling rather than either of the two sisters, one of whom was my wife's gran), so my mother in law's cousin and her offspring are extraordinarily wealthy and we're not. I really, really really support the suffragettes, in retrospect.


*Well, not constantly. Sometimes I think about other things. Like cake.

Always the way, isn't it. My best mate's girlfriend is from a similar family, where the eldest boy (in this case her uncle, at the moment) gets all the money/property/land, and so while he [her uncle] owns a sizeable chunk of Surrey, her family are quite poor.

Which rather suggests to me that rich men are complete cunts, if they're happy to say "yeah, thanks Mum and Dad. Now I shall live a life byond the wildest dreams of Jay-Z. Fuck you sis! Enjoy the workhouse!" and then roll around in the money cackling rather than, you know, giving half to their sister notwithstanding the will.

as my wife earns significantly more than i do, it's a distinct possibility that if (when) we have kids, i'll become a house husband.

Fear my posting!

Bastard. My wife and I earned similar amounts when we lived in London, but when we decided to have kids she won the "stay at home" argument because I'm easily beaten into submission. Plus as it turns out it's actually not that easy and is incredibly knackering, so on balance I'm happier at work.

I think families like that are quite set in their ways of stopping the wealth from becoming diluted. My father has a fair amount of money, and neither of my brothers speak to him any more. If I get anything when he passes away*, I'm sure as hell going to share it out if they aren't left anything.

*as long as The Bitch™ pops her clogs first and doesn't end up sinking her claws into everything he owns, the cunt.

Get well soon Bobby!

We have the GoW2 extra chapter to get through on stealth when you're mended.

I'm trying to decide how miffed to be as MrsA mentioned a friend of mine's response to her "You must come up and visit sometime" was "Have you seen where he lives?".

jesus.

Sweet, uniwheeled Jesus.

My bruv is a unicyclist and Kris Holm is his hero. That video explains why.

Brian Blessed would love him.

Mrs Grim...'s family used to own (and live on) Westbury Court, which is now Westbury Court gardens (not far from you, I believe). Then her mad great-aunt went nuts, gambled all the money away and burnt the manor house down.

Yeah!
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/u ... 736344.ece

Hope you're on the mend Bobby and back posting soon. *hugs* x

Give him a medal and let him stay. This should be the entry test to the country.

Seems like that's exactly the sort of can-do hands-on go-getter a country in recession needs more of.

There is a certain air of "the great escape" around the refugee types hanging around the French end of the eurostar...

Here is me returning after a surf on Tuesday, overheated and thirsty as I wore a winter suit, rather than a spring suit. Also a picture of the sub optimal conditions. Prize for guessing value of my kit when purchased new.

Bobbyaro update.

He is six inches of bowel lighter, and will be in hospital for at least another day. Attempts to smuggle in an XBox 360 into the ward have thus far been unsuccessful.

I hope he doesn't mind me telling everyone about this.

Crieky, get well soon Bobby!

Can you fly Get well soon, Bobby.

Just remembered the lottery Syndicate I'm in won on Saturday.

5 numbers!

Less than you'd think

£277 quid each

How many people was that shared between?

8

I should be retiring, not considering a PS3.

Is that all it is these days? Two grand for five numbers? Better than a kick in the balls or a PS3 I guess.

Depends on how many other people also get five numbers, but in general I think lottery winnings have declined with the numbers of people playing.

Yarp

In the slag off the post office/courier companies thread, I mentioned that some years ago I heard of a scheme that was proposed, whereby you could get your parcels delivered to your local pub. The pub carries insurance so you are safe from beign ripped off, and the pub benefits from you probably having a pint when you go and pick them up. And you don't have to wait in for something which doesn't come, or have to schedule redeliveries.

Its now live with 500 pubs so far part of it (brilliantly, it would appear about 20 of which are in walking distance of my house, suggesting it may currently be a bit Londoncentric) - http://www.useyourlocal.com

I searched for pubs within 20 miles of me, and tons came up all over London. I then clicked "are accepting parcels" and they all disappeared

Ah. Rats. Same here.

Hope for the future though...

IT'S FUCKING RUBBISH. RUBBISH.

Most of the pubs I know of are completely closed and empty before lunchtime, so unless they pay someone to be there just in case a parcel comes how is this ever going to work?

That's broken. Click anything and they all vanish.

Oof. Hope the poor bugger makes a speedy recovery.

Outted.

Most proper pubs have a landlord living over them.

Who is going to want to sit in all morning every day waiting around in case some parcels come?

Doomed idea, to fail.

Dimrill

They've got to sit in waiting for the beer and snacks anyway. Besides, proper pubs are serving by 11, which means prepping from 9-10.

And where the fuck do you lucky bastards get your single post run before 1 in England?

A bigger problem would, I think, be the alcoholism and liver psirosis of landlords being paid in dozens of pints a day, if this ever properly took off, combined with eBay.

Parcels come at all sorts of times, I also see the landlord of our local out and about before opening time. I guess that a few pubs might be willing to become parcel depots but I can't see it really taking off.

Stuff would get nicked in my local.

My face is sunburned.

"MR SUNBURNED FACE"

It's almost as bad as the time I looked in the mirror without my CYCLOPS SPECS(tm) on.

I've just signed an mortgage agreement

Truly a historic day.

Scary isn't it!!

Dimrill has mortgaged his soul for a night with Gail Porter. Sadly his only picture of her is from 1996.....