DISNEYLAND
Two blondes were going to Disneyland . They were driving on the Interstate when they saw the sign that said Disneyland LEFT. They started crying and turned around and went home. Continue reading “Blonde alert!”
DISNEYLAND
Two blondes were going to Disneyland . They were driving on the Interstate when they saw the sign that said Disneyland LEFT. They started crying and turned around and went home. Continue reading “Blonde alert!”
Knitting Pattern: Teddy Bear

SIZE
Approximately 10 1/2” tall.
MATERIALS
BERROCO PLUSH (50 grs), 1 ball #1947 Bubblegum, #1023 Shocking Pink or #1901 Cream (1 ball for each bear).
Straight knitting needles, size 8 OR SIZE TO OBTAIN GAUGE.
Small amount of polyester fill for stuffing.
1/2 yd ribbon for neck bow.
GAUGE
7 sts = 2”; 11 rows = 2” in Reverse St st.
TO SAVE TIME, TAKE TIME TO CHECK GAUGE.
Thought from the greatest living Scots Thinker –
Billy Connolly’s Statement of the Century:
‘If women are so bloody perfect at multitasking, how come they can’t have a headache and sex at the same time?’
A blonde is on board a small two-seater airplane when suddenly the pilot dies.
Not knowing how to fly a plane she grabs the radio.
“Mayday, mayday! My pilot just died!”
Ground control received her call for help and answers back: “Don’t worry, madam.
I’ll talk you down, just do as I say. First I need you to give me your height and position.”
“I’m 5″2′ and sitting in the right front seat.”
Ground control: “Repeat after me: Our Father….. which art in Heaven….
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”
I’ve just read in Le Figaro that a lady from Antibes won over four and a half million euros on a slot-machine in the casino La Sieste at Antibes yesterday afternoon. Apparently there is a system now linking the slot machines of various casinos in the same group and this is not the first multi-million euro jackpot. I presume it didn’t cascade all over the lady’s feet.
I’ve never been into that casino. In fact the only time we have ventured into such a place was at San Remo. We wanted to see the James Bond type glamour. The only part of the casino open at that time was the slot-machine room, a dark, dingy, stuffy place, decorated in shades of brown. Husband got out his camera to record the total lack of glamour and immediately a couple of heavies appeared and requested that he desist. They then escorted us off the premises. The children think it highly amusing that Mum and Dad got thrown out of a casino, as if we were about to break the bank or something. I found out later that there was an underworld dispute over control of various casinos along the Italian Riviera, so perhaps we were thought to be spies for the opposition.
Perhaps next time we’re in Monaco I’ll fight my way through the Ferraris and Lamborghinis in Casino Square to see if the atmosphere in that casino is any pleasanter.
She sits in the armchair smoothing the worn fabric. There is an old key on the table. She focuses on the key, clears her mind of grief and allows the happiness to surface and grow like a flame. On this special anniversary, she is weaving magic in the moonlight, plaiting strands of memory to bring them back to her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, my darling. Don’t be late!” He smiles, play growls, and kisses her enthusiastically.
She watches him walk to the car and waves as he drives off. After she has locked the front door and put the key back on the table, she makes a fuss of Jed, tops up his water and climbs the stairs to bed.
Beyond the kissing gate, the gravestones are rimed with frost, glinting in the sunlight. Her dog looks handsome this morning, sporting a red kerchief and making the best of it. He would rather be about other business, but he keeps pace with her careful steps along the silver path, towards the church door.
Her bridegroom whispers, “You look beautiful, Mary, just like a snow queen.”
Continue reading “In the Bleak Mid Winter: October Short Story”
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”
Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Wednesday, Friday, or Sunday?
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