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Previously on "An important question for the men on this forum"
but I still wonder - why does Old Ma Peggerty need an entire basket full of bread? Is she a binge eater? Is she training a sparrow army? Is she hoarding it against the mightly floods she's read about in the Old Moore's Almanac? 'tis a mystery.
but I still wonder - why does Old Ma Peggerty need an entire basket full of bread? Is she a binge eater? Is she training a sparrow army? Is she hoarding it against the mightly floods she's read about in the Book of Revelation? 'tis a mystery.
For clarity, "spunking a pony" is merely Londonese for "frivolously spending £25". I really can't imagine what you all thought it meant.
I was wondering the other day about the origin of the phrases grand, monkey, score and so on. Although I am from London, I've always thought pony meant crap (pony and trap).
Anyway, the best that google can turn up is that grand is actually an Americanism that was introduced during WWII and monkey allegedly comes from an old 500 rupee banknote that had a picture of a monkey on.
I also learned that Ridley Scott directed the hovis advert. It's brilliant this internet thing.
Standard contractor economics. If you're filling in hourly timesheets, you want to get back to billing ASAP.
On £50/hour, spend your lunch hour at the local steakhouse and you're down the price of 1 steak. Spend it eating a sandwich for 15 minutes and working for 45, and you're up the price of 2 steaks.
A manager in an old workplace of mine always seemed the same, mega tight, I eventually found out he had 6 kids and that was the reason he was so skint.
Which 2-bit tulip-hole firms do you lot work for that don't have attached restaurants (and no I don't mean crappy "canteens ") with good chefs to provide excellent 3 course meals at lunch time?
And if you don't have that there must be some decent restaurants around unless you live in some tulip-hole area.
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