She's become a bit tight on the full English front. Something about me being a bit of a fat **** or something like that, don't really listen, and generally eat whatever she puts infront of me. Do like a bacon butty mindRascal said:
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I've heard that too lolandyhinch said:Just don't go buying bloody Mary's in a German airport, I've heard there expensive :)bgblue said:Thinking of starting early doors in the airport, and mindless by the time we arrive at teatime at some German hotel?
Rascal
El Presidente
Wenches cant trust them pal. Trying to starvation you and you a healthy big boned lad.bgblue said:She's become a bit tight on the full English front. Something about me being a bit of a fat **** or something like that, don't really listen, and generally eat whatever she puts infront of me. Do like a bacon butty mindRascal said:bgblue said:I bought my wife a Henry Hoover, so ammy, you know I'm a hopeless romantic anyway. So tomorrow, I'm taking her to the airport on her birthday and flying to Berlin for 4 days as a suprise
Bet she ties your laces after cooking you a full English first
A warbies worth with bacon, cumberlands and daddies shouls suffice though before yer road trip.
Hope you both have a top time mate
Hamann Pineapple
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BlueBearBoots said:bobmcfc said:Hamann Pineapple said:Can we just run away together, just me and you
Have fun, forever, just the two of us ?
^ this did it for me, I teared up abit ^
I mean don't get any funny ideas but this is the stuff girls go gooey over
Yes!!
Right you two, get yer coats, you've pulled.
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dronefromsector7g
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What's the wurst that can happen?bgblue said:Lol fingers crossed pal, them Germans love sausages if I remember correctly :-)
andyhinch said:Tell me about it, I got covered in them when I was scattering them.another generation said:Not when it's windy, they're not.andyhinch said:My mum and dads ashes are all over that beach
True story:
When my mum died and she'd been cremated I still hadn't decided what to do with the ashes. So I had them in a box(the one they came in) on the mantlepiece.
Fast forward to the new year and as per, we held a new years eve party. My cousin who has a sense for the dramatic, waltzed in at midnight in floods of fucking tears. Wailing at the top of her voice about how much she missed her aunty Jean and this new year is not the same without her.
Now I love my mum and missed her more than anybody but she really brought a downer on the whole party.
I put my arm around her, told her it would all be ok and my mum would want her to enjoy herself. Told her she should calm down, and I'd sort her a drink out.
I nipped into the dining room, poured a glass of wine and put it on top of my mums ashes. Then carried the box containing her ashes with the glass of wine sitting proudly on top, through to the lounge, were she was still sniffling away.
"Here" I said "Have a drink on my mum"
She looked at the box(she knew what was in it) then at me, then at her husband and then proceeded to scream the place down. Calling me a "fucking bastard" and an "evil ****" before flouncing off upstairs to the bathroom.
I meanwhile was rolling around on the floor, unable to contain my laughter. Everyone else saw the funny side and the party continued as normal.
andyhinch
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If you see it try sausage and pea soup, it's bloody good.bgblue said:Lol fingers crossed pal, them Germans love sausages if I remember correctly :-)
waterloo blue
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I moved to the other side of the world,it didn't work out but them's the breaks.
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dronefromsector7g
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Great story mate.stony said:andyhinch said:Tell me about it, I got covered in them when I was scattering them.another generation said:Not when it's windy, they're not.
True story:
When my mum died and she'd been cremated I still hadn't decided what to do with the ashes. So I had them in a box(the one they came in) on the mantlepiece.
Fast forward to the new year and as per, we held a new years eve party. My cousin who has a sense for the dramatic, waltzed in at midnight in floods of fucking tears. Wailing at the top of her voice about how much she missed her aunty Jean and this new year is not the same without her.
Now I love my mum and missed her more than anybody but she really brought a downer on the whole party.
I put my arm around her, told her it would all be ok and my mum would want her to enjoy herself. Told her she should calm down, and I'd sort her a drink out.
I nipped into the dining room, poured a glass of wine and put it on top of my mums ashes. Then carried the box containing her ashes with the glass of wine sitting proudly on top, through to the lounge, were she was still sniffling away.
"Here" I said "Have a drink on my mum"
She looked at the box(she knew what was in it) then at me, then at her husband and then proceeded to scream the place down. Calling me a "fucking bastard" and an "evil ****" before flouncing off upstairs to the bathroom.
I meanwhile was rolling around on the floor, unable to contain my laughter. Everyone else saw the funny side and the party continued as normal.
When I read my speech at my dad's funeral I was thinking about saying something about him joining his little finger (he lost it in a work accident) up in heaven. It seems shocking but grief does strange things to you. I left out that bit but still got a big ovation for it.
Here's to lost blues!