I am apparently going straight to Hell for being cynical about Anthropomorphic Global Warming. I shall immediately fire up the barbie, crack open the eskie wherein resides an everlasting supply of cold ones and stick up two fingers to Ol’ Nick. Christina, Rick and Ferret have already booked their tickets to eternal damnation. Any other takers and what do you want cooked?
OZ
Distinction between Guts and Balls
There is a medical distinction between Guts and Balls. We’ve all heard about people having Guts or Balls. But do you really know the difference?
This boardroom was a strange place. Boardrooms usually conjure up images of oak panelling, dark portraits of former chairmen on the walls and the smell of cigars and whisky, but this one was a shed – literally. This particular boardroom had bowed boxwood panels for walls with weak shafts of daylight percolating through the gaps, a two-year-old calender topped by a photograph of a pneumatic blonde astride a large motorbike nailed to a convenient beam and the smell of linseed oil (óleo de linhaça) and goats It was, it has to be said, more of a small warehouse, um pequeno armazém, than a shed, its darker recesses filled with sacks of fertilizer, piles of obscure agricultural implements, an ancient, asthmatic tractor and a couple of crates of empty beer bottles forgotten in a corner. Continue reading “Temper – November CW Comp.”
1958 – Late evening in autumnal, rural Cheshire long before the days of onyx coffee tables, the footballers’ hairdressers and the Bentley Supersports of their clients. Continue reading “Cheshire Ghost – October CW Comp”
URGENT !!!!
Whoever left his wife at The Cave after last night’s BBQ is asked to come and get her ASAP ! Continue reading “The Curse of OZ”
In the course of research I rediscovered this, which I haven’t heard for years.
Hoffnung was an extremely talented man and a genius of comedic timing who died far too young.
OZ
Got sent this today
I was alerted to this earlier today and thought it apposite for a Charioteer’s quiet Saturday afternoon even though the spelling and grammar are both a bit iffy. This item is currently up for sale on eBay and you have to sympathise with the bloke.
I made a comment to FEEG earlier on Mr. Mackie’s post which included a clip of H.M. Royal Marines (who are undoubtedly the best in the military business) at the Embra tattoo and it set me thinking. A day or so ago the DT published an article on the World Air Guitar Championships. Why isn’t there one for air drummers?
I’ve always loved the drums, military or otherwise and play air drums on my steering wheel or pillow or armrest as the mood takes me – can’t do it to save my life as I have no natural rhythm (probably couldn’t be a Catholic either 🙂 ), but there have been some great drummers. Think Keith Moon or Mick Fleetwood, Nick Mason or Charlie Watts, but think of these too:
The late, great Cozy Powell
Following on from Tocino’s post and the concerns expressed by several charioteers,
in case anyone is worried about the wellbeing of said mustelid, I can confirm he is in fine form thus far, although I am not sure where he is at the moment to be honest – probably off somewhere trying to placate a very miffed Ethel. Beloved is besporting herself around the pool in blissful ignorance of the impending crisis.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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