40th Wedding Anniversary

 

Many thanks to everyone for the kind words to Kath and I for our 40th Wedding Anniversary on Sunday.

 

We had a fabulous time celebrating.

Saturday evening/Sunday Morning at a 60's/70's bar. Just a couple of pictures for now:-

                                                      Kath & I did a 'TURN'.

 

And the shock to everyone there when 'Last Orders' was called at 4am Sunday morning

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Sunday my daughter organised a surprise canal boat trip/disco on Birmingham's canal system. About 50 people joined us including 5 of the 7 of Kath's original bridesmaids (the other two now live in Canada). 

Then late lunch at 'Old Orleans' theme pub.

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Only one problem cropped up, I'll tell you about this tomorrow!?!?

Happy Bank Holiday.

Good Morning Bank Holiday loafers.Grey Damp and windy here seems about right,George asked me to say Hi,,,as he is locked out again! LMAO,,,,,,,,he's on his way to Whitby taking his Mother in law for a day out!(He didn't say anything about bringing her back!!!)

Slghtly slower pace for me with a saunter down the local hostelry for a pub lunch.

Whatever you're up to have a great Bank Holiday,

Cheers

A woman and her ten-year-old son were riding in a cab in New York City.

It was raining and all the hookers were standing under the awnings.

"Mom," said the boy, "what are all those women doing?"

"They're waiting for their husbands to get off work," she replied.

The cabbie turns around and says, "Geez lady, why don't you tell him the truth? They're hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money."

The little boy's eyes get wide and he says, "Is that true, Mom?"

His mother, glaring hard at the cabbie, answers in the affirmative.

After a few minutes, the kid asks, "Mom, what happens to the babies those women have?"

"They become cab drivers," she said.

Sunday Quickie

Good Morning/Evening Sunday Peeps,just a quick Hi and Bye as I'm on Taxi duties taking Sherri and Steven to a Christening and the p*** up afterwards,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Have a great day whatever you're up to and don't forget dem pics Mike!!

Cheers

A Canadian salesman checked into a futuristic hotel in Tokyo Japan . Realizing he needed a haircut before the next day's meeting, he called down to the desk clerk to ask if there was a barber on the premises.

'I'm afraid not, sir,' the clerk told him apologetically, 'but down the hall from your room is a vending machine that should serve your purposes.'

Skeptical but intrigued, the salesman located the machine, inserted $15.00, and stuck his head into the opening, at which time the machine started to buzz and whirl. Fifteen seconds later the salesman pulled out his head and surveyed his reflection, which reflected the best haircut of his life.

Two feet away was another machine with a sign that read, 'Manicures, $20.00'. 'Why not?' thought the salesman.

He paid the money, inserted his hands into the slot, and the machine started to buzz and whirl. Fifteen seconds later he pulled out his hands and they were perfectly manicured.

The next machine had a sign that read, 'This Machine Provides a Service Men Need When Away from Their Wives, 50 Cents.'

The salesman looked both ways, put fifty cents in the machine, unzipped his fly, and with some anticipation, stuck his manhood into the opening. When the machine started buzzing, the guy let out a shriek of agony and almost passed out. Fifteen seconds later it shut off..With trembling hands, the salesman was able to withdraw his tender unit..........which now had a button sewn neatly on the end.....

 

 

Saturday: Mike & Kath hit the town!

Happy Wedding Anniversary

Mike & Kath

ENJOY YOUR DISCO

 LOL

 

....and for Kath, a special award....

for exceptional fortitude over all these years!

 

and here's a link to the old glory days....

http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=https://wahg3.wikispaces.com/file/view/730809~Saturday-Night-Fever-Posters.jpg&imgrefurl=https://wahg3.wikispaces.com/1970%27s%3Ff%3Dprint&usg=__3FvnKyrCWf-YDshG-d85N9Hijj8=&h=450&w=321&sz=73&hl=en&start=5&tbnid=42Nnw56IxmLdSM:&tbnh=127&tbnw=91&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsaturday%2Bnight%2Bfever%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff

 

Big link or what?? LMAO

Saturday Sport

Mike and Kath,,Have a brilliant day and enjoy your 60s/70s night! 

Many thanks for the sneak preview pic of you in your outfits!!

Groovy Man!

 Congratulations from me and Hilary xx

Cheers!

Belgian Grand Prix quallifying (sorry George)for Philip and pussy today with a coupla cold beers

Have a Great Saturday the rest of you Bollockeers!

A guy & girl meet at a bar. They get along so well
that they decide to go to the girl's place.

A few drinks later, the guy takes off his shirt and
then washes  his hands. He then takes off his trousers
and washes his hands.

The girl has been watching him and says,'You must be a
dentist.'

The guy,  surprised, says 'Yes....how did you figure
that out?

'Easy,' she replied, 'you keep washing your hands.'

One thing led to another and they make love.

After they are done, the girl says, 'You must be a
good dentist.'

The guy, now with a boosted ego says, 'Sure, I'm a
good dentist. How did you figure that out?'

'Didn't feel a thing'

 

Friday bracing!!

Good Morning/Evening Friday Folk,Bracing I think is the word up ere'this morning,,cool and very windy.(Hi George)

Thanks Rob for your musings on my PSA fluctuations,(very delicately put!LMAO)

Mike, hope the busking did the trick and you have gathered enough coppers to take Kath out tomorrow on your Anniversary,,...If not I'm sure George would join you today with his old organ and raise your profile!

Enjoy your Friday all,

Cheers

AN ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION 'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'. The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ? 'Yes, Father, it is.' 'And who was the girl you were with?' 'I can't tell you, Father.. I don't want to ruin her reputation'. "Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti? 'I cannot say..' 'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?' 'I'll never tell.' 'Was it Nina Capelli?' 'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.' 'Was it Cathy Piriano?' 'My lips are sealed.' 'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?' 'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.' The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.' Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?' 'Four months vacation and five good leads.'

 

 

Judy and Mick

I wasn't able to get to the computer till now, but Phil had kindly emailed me about the news from Judy on this site.

I'll paste it here, because I don't think many of us would have seen her message under 'Notes'.

Micks in hospital he has mets in the brain (from his second primary site the Kidney) his cordination has gone they started him on medicaton he will be in for about a week -when he come home they are going to put a care package in place
Judy

 

 

 

Dearest Judy, I can only join the others in what has been said. You are both in our thoughts and prayers at this terrible, worrying time.

Lynn and I are so damn shocked by the news.

She often mentions you after meeting you both for that first time in Leicestershire and enjoying your company so much.

 

Please accept our biggest hugs, and pass on our best wishes to Mick.

 

Love,

 

George and Lynn

Thoughts and Prayers for Judy and Mick.

Good Morning/Evening Friends,,,Judy posted last night (Under Notes)to let us know that Mick is not so good and has been admitted to hospital with brain mets and will be in for a while,

They are putting a care package together for when he comes out and I hope they both get all the care and support that I know will be so important for them.

Thanks Judy for keeping us updated about Mick at what I know must be such a difficult time for you, I hope you know that you have all our love and support  from the Guys and Gals here.

Sending you both Lotsa Hugs and Much love, and rest assured you will both be in our thoughts and Prayers,

Phil and Hilary xxx

Thanks Pauline.xx

For those that havn't seen this one sent by Pauline  xx,,,I thought it was too good not to post,,,,enjoy.............

A letter you don't want to get from your kid at Scout camp!!!...........

dear Mom & Dad,

Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam when it happened.

Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found Adam in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.

Scoutmaster Ted got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling anyone.. Adam said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas will blow up?

The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and also some of our clothes. Matthew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted gets the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance.

We think it's a neat bus. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol man stopped and talked to us.

Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Jessie how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't any cops. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids. Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Adam was afraid he would sink because of his cast (it's concrete because we didn't have any plaster), so he let us take the canoe out. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood.

Scoutmaster Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.

Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Andrew dove into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.

Steven and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted said it probably was just food poisoning from the left-over chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time. By the way, what is a pedal-file?

I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters & buy some more beer and ammo. Don't worry about anything. We are fine and tonight it's my turn to sleep in the Scoutmaster's tent.

Soggy Hump!

Good Morning/Evening Humpsters,Lotsa rain today up ere'shame cos I had soooo much garden work planned(Yeah right!,,,,,,,,,,,Alas Mike no further naked romps on the hilltop to fog my telescope lens,,but Uranus is very close Mike, and is always good for a show!!

Enjoy your day folks and keep yer powder dry!

Cheers,

After extensive searching of my archives I have found a "Clean one".........................

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said; "I'm sorry, your duck (Cuddles) has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed; "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead." replied the vet.

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around, and left the room.

He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table, and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.

A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said; "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried; "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!?"

The vet shrugged; "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but... with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."