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In Reply to: To Give & Not To Count The Cost posted by Tony T on August 05, 2008 at 16:24:19:
I would have put something on the site yesterday but I was loading trucks to depart to darkest Norfolk (Thetford) for two and a half weeks annual camp with the Army Cadets, and when I got home I was absolutely knackered so I had a choice of going to bed with a beautiful girl (for which her in doors would have killed me) if I could have found such an accomodating young lady,but no such luck, then I could have chosen the site but I had a more tempting offer,Tricia said "FOR GOD'S SAKE GO OUT TO THE PUB SO I CAN FINISH PACKING" well, who could refuse such a request?Which brings me to the subject of this message; it was quite crowded in the pub and an old chap came in and said to the barmaid "tickle your arse with a feather" she looked aghast and said "WHAT?" He replied "it's particularly nasty weather" which I thought rather clever. When I got home I thought I'd try it so I said "tickle your arse with a feather" and she said "what" and I replied "it's bloody pissing down". It did not have the same effect, hence I'm typing looking through my one good eye.
Take care each and every one of you.
Bob.