"Where's me spinach"

I think I am a reasonably fit bloke for a fifty something, but why do they make petrol pumps so bloody hard to squeeze? By the time I reach the top of the tank, veins are bulging in my neck and my arms are pumped up like Popeye.

Pity the poor people with arthritis.

"Now move along please sir"

Oh how many times do we hear this.

"Travelers have today moved onto a site close to residential areas and the local council and Police have received complaints about noise, mess and abusive behaviour from these temporary residents.
The council is applying for an eviction notice which will take several days to be enforced"

This happened in Rainham this week in a car park of a disused building. Several pikey scum decided in their own subtle way, that they were going to call this place home whether anybody liked it or not.

Now we all know how hard it is to shift these bastards, well shock horror, they were gone the next day.

How can this be? You may well ask yourself.

The place in question was a disused Police Station car park.

Nuff said?

Treason afoot

The words 'Queen' and 'scrapped' should not even be in the same sentence, but that is what those faceless bureaucrats in OUR Foreign Office want to do to our passport.
It was bad enough that we lost our beloved blue book recognized all around the globe, to that insipid little pink (well nearly) booklet we have to lug around these days, but to even think about removing Her Maj from the front page is tantamount to treason. And those wankers in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, should be paraded down Whitehall whilst being tarred and feathered by all and sundry.
On a good note though, common sense has prevailed when the Europricks announced that they would no longer pursue us Brits over the use of Imperial measurements. That's worth having a good ol' British pint for.
You know. I do believe we are gradually getting them around to our way of thinking, despite all their huffing and puffing. We should take a leaf out of France's book. Tell them to 'foxtrot oscar', as it were.

Beware Bouncy Castles

Two weeks ago, we went to a friends son's 21st at their house. A Bouncy castle was wobbling in the garden, so of course I had to act the kid and have a go.

Consequently, my neck has been aching ever since.

Obviously it isn't as supple and flexible as I thought. Now where's that 'Deep Heat'?

Who needs football?

Oh what joy to behold.

'Les Bleus' got their arses whipped by the Argies.

Isn't it refreshing to watch grown men acting like such.

No histrionics when injured.

Respecting and talking, not screaming, to the referee.

No cheating..........

No views of 'WAGS' posing for the cameras

Fans of both sides sitting together without taking lumps out of each other and the piece de resistance is the complete lack of foul language from players and fans alike.

Who needs football?

Am I looking forward to the rest of this World Cup.