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Anyhow, you've forgotten about the 'bike' dealer we met. And the scary gypsy grandma running the pub. Oh, and the other simpleton woman who took a shine to you before her.
You might be onto something here. Nobody has ever done a poverty safari before. Bear visits KFC, the bookies, Lidl, weatherspoons, the STD clinic and the dole office. Sorted
He's got to go to the boozer across the road as well !! (obviously can't use its slightly un-pc name on here )
Take Bertie down to the house you used to rent to me. You can introduce him to Charlotte, the Kurd-stabbing crack whore, Stephanie the pink haired 24 hour pyjama wearing teen mum and Rents, the air rifle toting hash-head. Luckily the street isn't as bad as it sounds as, at least, the jocks have f**ked off.......
I don't remember any Kurd-stabbing incidents?
Anyhow, you've forgotten about the 'bike' dealer we met. And the scary gypsy grandma running the pub. Oh, and the other simpleton woman who took a shine to you before her.
You might be onto something here. Nobody has ever done a poverty safari before. Bear visits KFC, the bookies, Lidl, weatherspoons, the STD clinic and the dole office. Sorted
1. This is Billy the B^stard, a souped up Year 2 version of Bertie which comes with an entire fecking wardrobe of bear clothes to be lost in any variety of places.
2. Bertie has been lost again. Permanently. By another parent. Joy unconfined! I'm off the hook in terms of Doing A Terrible Thing where bear-care is concerned. It must have been cursed by a gypsy or something.
Now I just need to not **** anything up till monday......
Take Bertie down to the house you used to rent to me. You can introduce him to Charlotte, the Kurd-stabbing crack whore, Stephanie the pink haired 24 hour pyjama wearing teen mum and Rents, the air rifle toting hash-head. Luckily the street isn't as bad as it sounds as, at least, the jocks have f**ked off.......
1. This is Billy the B^stard, a souped up Year 2 version of Bertie which comes with an entire fecking wardrobe of bear clothes to be lost in any variety of places.
2. Bertie has been lost again. Permanently. By another parent. Joy unconfined! I'm off the hook in terms of Doing A Terrible Thing where bear-care is concerned. It must have been cursed by a gypsy or something.
Now I just need to not **** anything up till monday......
1. This is Billy the B^stard, a souped up Year 2 version of Bertie which comes with an entire fecking wardrobe of bear clothes to be lost in any variety of places.
2. Bertie has been lost again. Permanently. By another parent. Joy unconfined! I'm off the hook in terms of Doing A Terrible Thing where bear-care is concerned. It must have been cursed by a gypsy or something.
Now I just need to not **** anything up till monday......
I did the bear thing with little one, took her away for the weekend to visit farm friends and got loads of snaps with calfs, lambs, driving a tractor, sitting in the orchard etc. Then I left the ******* thing there and didn't realise till I was home. Cue another 300 mile round trip to collect Bertie the B^stard Bear.
Brilliant story!
It reminds me of a Frank Muir or Barry Cryer story about the school hamster/wabbit/guinea pig that popped its clogs when taken home to look after over a holiday weekend.
The thought of a classroom of small kids in tears drove the narrator to tremendous lengths to find a lookalike replacement* and at the end of that Teech said something like "Oh, surprised it lasted the weekend".
* the pet shop owner sussed out what had happened and charged the earth for the one with the right colouring.
I recall leaving my favourite teddy bear on a bus once. My mother brought me a new one and insisted it was the same one in reincarnated form. Kids will believe anything....
Tried it with my daughter. Years later she revealed that she'd only pretended to believe us to humour us.
Sensible chaps those Gerbils. Not only could I have saved 100s of thousands of pounds over the years but could have has some good meals into the bargain.
Animal behaviour is always interesting but let's not mention Bonobos.
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